Word: legging
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...normal 150); Wisconsin's Republican Senator Joseph R. McCarthy, 47, out of Bethesda Naval Hospital in time to attend the opening of Congress, recovered from further surgery on the site of an operation he underwent last summer for removal of a tumor in his right leg...
...enthusiastically than ever, the critics applauded her lithe, leggy build, her cool, fluid movements, which are reminiscent of the early Fonteyn's. Although the restrictions of Pagodas' choreography gave the critics less to rave about last week, Beriosova displayed the classic arch-of-back and lift-of-leg passages that have moved her audiences in the past. There is still no indication of when 37-year-old Margot Fonteyn will finally step down, but when she does, the Sadler's Wells company may well find in Beriosova a talented replacement...
...garrison. Half-naked, the soldiers, boys of 20 or less, rushed to their battle stations and began to fire. All day long, in wave after wave, the attackers stormed the post. At nightfall, as the assailants grouped for a last charge, only the corporal, who was wounded in one leg, and a private were left alive. The corporal drenched the post's ammunition supply with gasoline, limped away into the safety of darkness with the private, then tossed back a hand grenade. The tremendous blast and towering flames were noted miles away by the lieutenant and the rest...
...emotional pulsebeat. In this 1957 Harper Prize Novel, Author Frank Norris* does not quite get out of this Marquandary. His hero, George Hanes, is cut to the Marquand measure; he is an Ivy Leaguer (Princeton '01), a professional man (architect), unhappily married, and an ineffectual struggler against the leg irons of convention. But he is also a man of such insufferable nobility as to invite repeated kicks in the pants...
...generous man of near-genius. He had the kind of gallant foolishness that he himself perfectly summed up by describing himself as a "sailor on horseback"-a quality both lovable and exasperating. He called himself a socialist (though no known socialist state would have given him leg room). When his books did well, he built himself a thoroughly unsocialist, ranch-style castle in California's Valley of the Moon (it burned down before he could move in). He died at 40, probably a suicide during a fit of depression...