Word: knee
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...physical condition of his forward line has been Coach Bruce Munro's major worry, but today he faces a greater problem. He is almost certain to send his team onto the field without his ace goalie, Lindsay Fischer, who suffered a twisted knee in the Trinity game...
...could field one at all. would be an impromptu joke. Joe Cygler, Army's fleet left halfback, was out for the season with a snapped ankle. Dick Murtland, another halfback, was laid up with a charley horse. Bob Kyasky, the fastest back of all, was nursing a bad knee. Mike Zeigler had run afoul of Army discipline and was finished with 'football. Don Holleder, the All-America end who had been shifted to quarterback, still had to learn how to fire his lefthanded passes soft enough for the average man to hold them. For Coach Blaik. beating Furman...
Brahms to Grimm. Their German colleagues, on their second visit in the U.S., included 31 girls and six boys. In bright red skirts and brown knee britches, they earnestly sang folk songs, lieder by Brahms and Schumann, warbled gay Renaissance madrigals. Most ambitious number on their program: The Bremen Town...
Palestrina to Berlin. The French, numbering 32 boys, wore knee pants and white stockings for the secular half of their program (seven, whose voices had changed, wore long pants), switched to white robes for sacred songs. They performed both with easy professionalism. Led by greying, bearlike Monsignor Fernand Maillet, 59, they bubbled with lighthearted precision in such frolics as Frère Jacques and Alouette, brilliantly worked their way through a difficult cantata written for them by Darius Milhaud, and spun out an incredibly pure, otherworldly tone in the age-old Gregorian chant, Tenebrae Factae Sunt...
...regular on last year's Big Three champion team, Lewis appeared to be lost to the Crimson when he injured his knee this summer. His availability, therefore, has come as a pleasant surprise to Coach Lloyn Jordan...