Word: mann
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Tense and terribly serious, the tall, tanned young (17) swimmer on the starting block took a couple of deep breaths, shook her head and shoulders with a nervous shrug and coiled into her starting crouch. At the gun, Shelley Mann, an Arlington, Va. schoolgirl, lit out in an angry, ungraceful crawl. Four laps and 58.7 seconds later, she slapped the pool wall, winner of the 100-yard final at the National A.A.U. Senior Women's Indoor Championships...
Worry Wart. As the championships got underway last week in Daytona Beach's Welch Municipal Pool, the sleek-muscled star of the Walter Reed Swim Club* had more reason to collapse than to set records. All night Shelley Mann (daughter of an electrical engineer) had lain awake worrying. Even the presence of Tommy, her good-luck Teddy bear, had not lulled her to sleep. In the morning, she ground out a fast 58.9-second qualifying dash for the 100-yd. freestyle. Later, she led her qualifying heat once again as she clocked 5:31.8 in the punishing...
...Herbie Mann (Bethlehem LP). A good cool flute is rare, but Flutist Mann plays one with a light, swinging accompaniment (drums, bass, guitar...
...been my fate to watch . . . a long string of friends . . . traveling to their graves by the alcoholic highway: Jack London, George Sterling, Sinclair Lewis, Edna Millay, Theodore Dreiser, W. E. Woodward, F. P. Dunne (Mr. Dooley), Horace Liveright, Eugene Debs, Douglas Fairbanks, Eugene O'Neill, Sherwood Anderson, Klaus Mann." And, lamented Sinclair, the roster of hard drinkers among the illustrious he knew through letters or friends was even longer. Among those departed: "Stephen Crane, James Whitcomb Riley, Heywood Broun, Edgar Lee Masters, Edwin A. Robinson, Isadora Duncan, Thomas Wolfe, O. Henry, Ambrose Bierce, Scott Fitzgerald, Hart Crane, John Barrymore...
...wren of a man, long-haired and sharp-beaked, Mann was as pithy and angular in speech and gesture as in his paintings. He never cottoned to the art of his contemporaries, went his own way slowly. At about 40 he hit his peak, and never came down from it. The last half of Marin's life was mounting triumph. He divided it between New Jersey winters and Maine coast summers (except for two excursions to New Mexico), devoted it to painting pictures that were not so much windows on nature as calculated explosions of sea, sun and open...