Word: jackrabbit
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...grey, soggy Midwestern morning last week, a blue & white Jackrabbit bus pulled up in front of the high school in Canton, S. Dak. (pop. 2,500). It was 9:30 a.m., an early hour for a political rally even in this year of virulent campaign fever, but already 500 people were squeezed into the school auditorium. The candidate they were waiting for, a tall man who showed his 62 sedentary years but had a determined look, slipped off the bus with amazing agility. In the bus he left a bulging, battered, yellow leather briefcase with a gold-lettered name almost...
Scooting around the first-base bag like a hopped-up jackrabbit one night last week, Cleveland's Rookie Outfielder Harry Simpson handled the new position without an error and cracked out two hits in three times at bat as the Indians beat the Boston Red Sox, 7-1. Rookie Simpson, substituting for injured Luke Easter, turned in a bang-up performance in his first-base debut. But the occasion was noteworthy for another reason too. It was the first time in the major leagues that one Negro had substituted in the starting line-up for another...
...dead run. Once in motion, he wobbles along, elbows flying, hips swaying, shoulders rocking-creating the illusion that he will fly to pieces with every stride. But once he gains momentum, his shoulders come to order and his feet skim along like flying fish. He is not only jackrabbit fast, but about one thought and two steps ahead of every base-runner in the business. He beats out bunts, stretches singles into doubles. Once Jackie made second on a base-on-balls; he saw that the catcher had lost the ball, so he just kept on going...
...before he went to Trenton, probably not one U.S. voter in ten knew much more about him than that he had kicked up some kind of a row on the Princeton campus. William Randolph Hearst scorned him as "the Professor . . . perched on his little hillock of expediency ... a perfect jackrabbit of politics . . . ears erect and nostrils distended . . . ready to run and double in any direction...
Uncle Jimbilly was Nannie's husband and Grandmother's odd-job man. He liked to carve miniature tombstones in wood, but he got angry when asked to inscribe "Safe in Heaven" over the tomb of the children's pet jackrabbit. Children goggled and thrilled when Uncle Jimbilly casually remarked that he would cut off their ears, skin them alive and nail their skins to the barn door...