Word: lateraling
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...meeting, sponsored by the Student Council, Keohane was wildly applauded when he thanked the fans who supported the team "through the good years and the bad." Later in the evening, several loud bursts of applause followed line coach Ted Schmitt's comments on the "real good running" and his call for "the same kind of support next fall...
...almost two years ago, got a telephone call last week from another big moneyman. The caller: Boston's Abraham M. Sonnabend, the real estate wheeler-dealer who heads Hotel Corp. of America, Botany Industries, and a fistful of other companies. Could they set up a meeting some time later in the week? Kirby knew why. For months, Sonnabend and a group of associates had been quietly buying Alleghany stock, and they owned some 700,000 shares, or about 14% of the common stock outstanding. They obviously wanted to get in. Alleghany, said the Boston financier, was "an excellent investment...
...parents; his country-doctor father paid his keep until he was 34, and his mother, a tireless church worker (Disciples of Christ) and temperance lecturer, bound him so closely that he remained a tormented celibate into his mid-40's. Vachel tried first to be a doctor and later an artist, but at Hiram College he made good conversation and bad grades. He wandered to New York, wrote verse, painted, and sent passionate letters of contrition when his hard-pressed parents suggested that he get a job. In 1906, full of guilt and despair, the 26-year-old drifter...
...Jacksonville, Fla., provisioned with a packet of poems and no money. For two months he wandered to the Northwest, trading poems and talk for food, announcing to startled householders that "I am the sole active member of the ancient brotherhood of the troubadours." Back in Springfield, townspeople snickered; later he was to say, "People thought I fought for fame, but I only fought my way through from being the town fool and the family idiot.'' It was a long fight; Lindsay was 33 when Harriet Monroe printed General Booth (with its parenthetical instructions for bass drum, banjo...
...daughter. During one of his spiels to the assembled yokelry, the wan and feverish tot dies in his arms. Turning on his wife, Marigold cries "Oh woman, woman, you'll never catch my little Sophy by her hair again, for she has flown away from you!" A paragraph later, Mrs. Marigold commits suicide (the river route). Handkerchiefs must be kept at the ready, for Marigold adopts a deaf-mute girl who is being cuffed and starved by a bestial circus master...