Word: maulers
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Three Kentucky Derby favorites-First Landing, Atoll and Intentionally-broke fast and stayed in front for most of the running of the $88,100 Wood Memorial at New York's Jamaica race track. But the pace was too fast, and a 64-to-1 long shot named Manassa Mauler charged through on the inside, won by three-quarters of a length to take $55,915 first money...
...Philadelphia, not far from the scene of their first battle for the heavyweight boxing crown in 1926, Manassa Mauler Jack Dempsey, 62, and Gentleman Gene Tunney, 60, met again, looking remarkably well-preserved-and strikingly alike. They received plaques from the Brith Sholom lodge for "their notable achievements and outstanding contributions in the sports world and for devoted service to American youth." Pingponging compliments with the man who beat him twice in the ring, well-heeled Manhattan Restaurateur Dempsey turned to Millionaire...
...Jack Dempsey. The ex-heavyweight champion, now 61, was the prize catch so far among celebrities whom Edwards has tricked unsuspecting into TV camera range for exposure to a parade of memory-rattling acquaintances, some of whom they have forgotten (or would just as soon forget). But the Manassa Mauler was caught with his guard down in the middle of the ring in a packed Hollywood Legion Stadium, and he never laid a finger on Edwards...
...ring foes piled through the ropes, Dempsey engaged each in a heavyweight exchange of compliments. Said towering Fred Fulton, whom the Mauler knocked out in 18 seconds of the first round in 1918: "If I had to lose, I was glad it was to Jack Dempsey." Replied Dempsey: "It was you fellows who made me." From France came Georges Carpentier, a dandy of 63, who plugged not only Dempsey but his own Paris restaurant. From the Argentine came Luis Angel Firpo, 62, once the Wild Bull of the Pampas, now a lumbering giant whose dignity shone somehow through his confusion...
Dining with Marshal Tito at Brioni last month, Russia's First Party Secretary Nikita Khrushchev, his big mauler wrapped around a glass of slivovitz. gave a toast to Socialism. Said he: "Socialism is like an army marching. If one man is out of step, it spoils everything." Cracked a lesser Yugoslav at Nikita's bent elbow: "When a soldier is out of step is it the fault of the soldier or of the music that's being played?'' Last week the news from Belgrade was that the music from Moscow was still out of tune...