Word: leonarde
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...realized when I was pitching high school ball, says James Hoyt Wilhelm, "that I wasn't fast enough to get by. I had read about Dutch Leonard and the kind of junk he was throwing for the Senators, and I set out to see if I couldn't throw some too." Hoyt Wilhelm's "junk" is the craziest knuckle ball in baseball today. It floats up to the plate, dances tantalizingly before batters' eyes like a butterfly, then breaks sharply and unpredictably. One night last week his knuckler broke all over the place, kept...
...interesting to read Sergeant Leonard T. Berry's complaints [about coffee breaks, automatic dishwashers and the fact that he can't get men to parade...
...performance and instruction of opera, music, dance and repertory theater. The President's car skirted a crowd of 12,000, pulled up behind a huge green-and-white-striped umbrella tent and a blue-draped speakers' platform. Beneath the great tent: the New York Philharmonic Orchestra. Conductor Leonard Bernstein rapped his baton and signaled the spirit of the day with Aaron Copland's Fanfare for the Common Man. A rousing Hail to the Chief brought on the President himself, and then the full-throated Star-Spangled Banner. After a few other musical offerings (Mezzo-Soprano Rise Stevens...
...does many another celebrity, for Columnist Leonard Lyons, 52, has a talent for getting on the right side of the right people. "I'm a good straight man," he says. "They need someone to bounce against." Gossipist Lyons never bounces back, never breaks a confidence, and except for a few personal feuds, notably with Walter Winchell and Bennett Cerf, never spits venom in his column. The gentle and often limp anecdotes of his syndicated "The Lyons Den" (106 newspapers) picture the great as playing a perpetual game of conversational pattyball, in which the backhand blast is taboo...
...Lyons (born Leonard Sucher on Manhattan's celebrity-spawning Lower East Side) still works as hard as in the days when he landed a job on the New York Post by successfully bombarding established gossipists with unsolicited material. He gets up at 1 p.m., stalks the famous in likely lairs (El Morocco, Toots Shor's, Sardi's, the Colony) until 3 a.m., when he finally sits down to whack out his column before falling into bed at 6 a.m. Said he, on the recent occasion of receiving an honorary doctor of laws degree from Ohio...