Word: ironing
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Readers of Lyons' Broadway gossip presumably shuddered momentarily before leaping to the next item, wondering whether the missing U.S. diplomat had disappeared behind the Iron Curtain. The fact, which was no secret to conscientious readers of the New York Times last week, was that Ambassador Thompson was hard at work in London conducting a behind-the-scenes effort with British experts to defuse a diplomatic time bomb-the problem of Trieste...
...with a sandy lie. Instead of playing a cautious game, Sam took a custom-made 2½ wood from his bag and aimed a daring shot right at the pin. He flubbed it; the ball landed in a fairway bunker. Trying desperately for the green, he slashed an iron shot that landed on an overhanging lip above a sandtrap, rolled back toward the sand and hung precariously in long grass. On his fourth shot, with one foot in the trap and one out, Snead overshot the green and fell into another bunker. Then someone told...
...moments of trial-when a sliced drive carries out of bounds or a topped iron shot skitters into the rough-golfers are apt to explode into club-throwing wrath and curse the fiends who laid out so careless a maze...
...much new character into the hole that club members objected. Now the hole was far too tough, they said. Politely, Jones disagreed. Next time he played a round with the chairman of the construction committee and the club pro, Jones stepped to the 4th tee, walloped an iron shot to the green, and watched it drop into the cup on the first bounce...
...then the VIP's train pulled in, so Reporter Hecht left "the bloody scene" and hurried off to his interview. "I had felt no shock at what had happened under my nose, and by the time I interviewed the statesman I had forgotten it." Author Hecht describes this iron insensibility as a "katatonic armor [that] has served me frequently in my living. Whether it served me well or not, I have sometimes wondered." The quarter-million words of his autobiography, most of which reads like a cry from the soul of an armored car, should clear up this question...