Word: jabs
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Lucky Forward is likely to please only those who want to make a legend of Patton. Essentially it is a rewrite of Headquarters section reports into a kind of headline-writer's jab-&-smash jargon. It is jerky, often ungrammatical, unblushingly awkward: "The enemy's vitals had been pierced. An Armored poniard was stabbed squarely in the middle of his rear and athwart his main line of communications. . . . The enemy was beset from every quarter in a welter of triphammer blows, chaos, death, and destruction. On the ground and in the air he was mauled and ravaged from...
...second stanza was almost a replica of the first with Fuller boring in to land several rights to the body and Clemmons countering with his left jab and an occasional right cross. The action speeded up in the third round as Clemmons methodically became the aggressor and about halfway to the bell, landed one good right to Fuller's body as Pete missed with a right...
Sugar Ray got up slowly, and with a lot more respect for Tommy Bell's left hook. For six rounds, he followed Louis' advice, relying on jab-&-retreat rather than toe-to-toe mayhem. When he finally cut loose in the eleventh, Robinson had Bell glassy-eyed and ready for a K.O.-but lacked the strength to drive home the finishing punch. After hearing himself announced as new welterweight champ, Sugar Ray stood in his corner, dog-tired and happy, but not quite the world-beater he was cracked...
...perpetual three-ring circus. From the dazzling surface of the sun (well screened by his gadgets), enormous gaseous solar "prominences" leap in graceful arcs at several hundred miles per second, driven by unknown forces (see cut). Little "spicules" (big enough to be seen at least 93 million miles away) jab up and fall back in four minutes. The ghostly corona waxes and wanes...
...Dahl's Boston," wrote Morton in an aside, "is essentially a village, not a city. ... Its physical center is the village green, or Boston Common. It has a bandstand, Symphony Hall; a library, the Athenaeum." Morton could not resist a jab at its press: "Its newspapers are dailies instead of weeklies, but in other respects they are reasonably to be compared with the lesser journals of Berkshire County, rural Indiana, and Long Island...