Word: meters
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...anyone seemed a sure bet to represent the U.S. in swimming at the Olympics in Rome, a sad-faced Kansan named Jeff Farrell, 23, was the man. The greatest U.S. sprinter by consent and by competition, Farrell last month won the National A.A.U. championship by thrashing through the 100-meter freestyle in 54.8 sec., fastest time ever for an American. He looked a cinch to take the 100 meters, and to win a place on the 800-meter relay squad as well, at last week's Olympic trials in Detroit. But six days before the trials, Farrell underwent...
...first 100-meter trial, Farrell took a deep dive to spare himself the hard bellywhop of a flat racing start, stroked powerfully to finish in 55.9, second fastest time of the round. In the semifinals, Farrell got a bad start, but sprinted wildly to hit the wall with the fastest time...
...nights later, grim and pale, Farrell was back to fight for a place on the 800-meter relay team. All he had to do was finish sixth or better in the eight-man field, but no one knew how his stomach would take the long grind. "The more I swim, the more it hurts," he admitted. Coming off the final turn, Farrell poured on his famed finishing sprint, hurt stomach or no, and touched out in fourth place. "I'm very grateful," Farrell said later. "This is the way I wanted to make the team...
...Lynn Burke, 17, of the Santa Clara (Calif.) Swim Club, windmilled the 100-meter backstroke in 1:09.2 to break her own world record by .8 sec., set a furious pace that left 1956 Silver Medal Winner Corin Cone, 19, back in third place-and off the Olympic team...
...music, accompanying delicate oriental melodies with his down-home two-four banjo rhythm, but he also complements a tender African melody with his own lyrics, composed, he tells us, while pouring concrete for his house on the Hudson River. And they sound like it. They tell, in a strange meter, how loneLEE it is TO watch the lights BLINK off A-cross the riVER in bosTON when you have to GO back to YOUR room aLONE. Poetic "license" is one thing, even for a poet, but wanton distortion of the hillbilly mind is not justified even by money...