Word: leprechaun
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Only natural causes could bring him down. The man with the leprechaun twinkle and the fireplug build was impossible to dislodge. A dinosaur in the age of the new politics, he proved far more durable than the glamour boys who had pronounced his methods dead...
Whether at a small dinner party or a formal campaign appearance, Moynihan is always on. Inflection and voice register change like a barometer in the monsoon season. Two long index fingers simultaneously punch holes in the issue of the moment. Or he puts on his leprechaun's phiz to explain pragmatism with a parable from Gulliver's Travels, recalling the Lilliputians who signified political faction by the height of heels and others who fought over opening the big end or the little end of a boiled egg. "Happy is the political society," he concludes with obvious delight, "whose...
French finished with seven tallies, tying a tournament record, added four assists and did everything but walk on water. While Maryland's All-American defenseman Mike Farrell was occupied with the galloping McEneaney--who is one part leprechaun, one part thug and one part colt--French befuddled the rest of the Terrapins. His first goal combined strength, speed and finesse. French drove into his defender, spun away to the outside and played "Now you see it, now you don't" with goalie Jake Reed. The Canadian was just as smooth in his passing; Cornell got its tying goal in regulation...
...early the next morning and the road looked bad and slow. Finally a battered old tank slowed down--stalled to a standstill--and we were on our way, for at least a couple of hundred miles. Our driver was a squat, hairy toothless Canadian freak. He laughed like a leprechaun--in great volumes of uncontagious cackles--and he cursed his car at every knock. He wouldn't put it over 50 mph and the hard-iron hills of Nevada clanked by slowly. Huge white letters were carved into the hills--the only signs to tell one town from another...
...wrote a poem called "Six Sanichles," and here we can see, in the rejection of his earlier life, the renewal of his craft: TO JAMES STEPHENS Now that the iron shoe hangs by the nail Once more and nobody has cared a damn. Stick to the last of the leprechaun--I, too, Have meddled with the anvil of our trade... THE TALES OF IRELAND The thousand tales of Ireland sink. I leave Unfinished what I had begun nor count As gain the youthful frenzy of those years...