Word: kneeings
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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When Anne Carlsen was born in Grantsburg, Wis., she had only stubs of arms ending above the elbow, her right leg ended above the knee, and the left was malformed, ending in a clubfoot. Left motherless at four, Anne got tireless encouragement from her father, an elder sister and four brothers. On a coaster wagon she learned to take part in a modified version of baseball. At eight she was pronounced ready for school, but only after a psychologist had gone over her and solemnly pronounced her "educable." Anne raced through two grades a year...
Kids Are Kinder. There was time out for a long hospital siege, to straighten out the contractures in Anne's one knee. She went home able to walk, but only with a device so clumsy that she soon discarded it. When she was in high school, her left leg was amputated below the knee. Then, with artificial legs and crutches, Anne could really walk. But as she advanced to college (St. Paul's Luther Junior College and the University of Minnesota), Anne found it harder to win acceptance than it had been among young children, and harder still...
...Brown pitcher, Dave Manson, scattered five Crimson hits and permitted only one baserunner to get as far as third. He displayed a good fast-ball and curve, but his main asset was remarkably fine control. By keeping his pitches at just about knee-height, he forced most Crimson batsmen to hit on the ground; and, in addition, he walked only...
...little farce about the early days of the war, and to Author Mitford, in that innocent year, war was something tiresome that men did. She wrote merrily: "England picked up France, Germany picked up Italy. Then Italy's Nanny said she had fallen down and grazed her knee, running, and mustn't play. England picked up Turkey, Germany picked up Spain, but Spain's Nanny said she had internal troubles and must sit this one out. England looked towards the Oslo group, but they had never played before, except little Belgium, who had hated...
Talking sleepily, the students file in. The room fills; one boy jumps to a stage, calls out, "Let's go." Stiffly at first, the class waggles fingers, wrists, arms and spines in a ragged ballet of calisthenics, then switches to vocal knee-bends: OHO, OHO; AHA, AHA; ZZZZHH, ZZZZHH ; UMPAH, UMPAH; OOOOH, OOOOH. The personage in whose honor the morning rites are performed is abrupt, autocratic, rumpled Professor Paul Baker, 47, head of Baylor University's department of dramatics. In the judgment of Actor Charles Laughton, an old friend, Baker is "crude, arrogant, irritating, nuts and a genius...