Word: mien
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...custom of the relief pitcher's craft, he should have emerged from the bullpen with stoic mien and plodded his way to the mound like a tired Atlas about to shoulder the weight of the world. But it seemed that whenever the Chicago White Sox managed to mount an attack against the Los Angeles Dodgers in the World Series, the tall, strapping (6 ft. 2 in., 202 Ibs.) righthanded rookie sallied out of the Dodger bullpen with a spring in his step and a grin on his face. Confessed unabashed Larry Sherry, 24: "I just plain like to pitch...
...candlelight, the brothers gathered in the Kappa Sigma fraternity house at the University of Southern California in Los Angeles. With swelling pride, they chanted occult jargon and Tom Sawyerish vows. With stern mien, one night last week they launched an ancient rite: the not-so-gentle art of hazing new members before accepting them into the fraternity with its friendships and parties...
...battered right arm belongs to a powerful (6 ft. 4 in., 212 Ibs.) Negro of melancholy mien named Sad Sam ("Toothpick") Jones, 33, and it is largely responsible for putting the San Francisco Giants on a tottering perch at the head of the National League. Last week Sad Sam chomped morosely on his customary toothpick and turned a sullen eye on the Philadelphia Phillies. His crackling curve ball seemed about to eviscerate righthanded batters before breaking sharply to catch an inside corner. Humming and hopping, his fast ball loosened up any Philly who dared dig in too firmly. When...
...half-mile of self-service counters and dashing pushcarts sat Tiki gods and aloha shirts, maki sushi and hibiscus plants. Through the aisles milled thousands of customers as varied and colorful as the more than 10,000 items stacked neatly on the shelves. They bore in their faces the mien and colors of all the Orient, wore cool-looking shorts, dresses and muumuus of every bright color, stepped lightly in street shoes, sandals, even bare feet. Thus last week, in casual Hawaiian fashion, the newest citizens of the U.S. welcomed the newest branch of an old American institution...
With imperturbable mien, Soviet Ambassador Mikhail A. Menshikov last week told Washington newsmen that he hoped the American press would treat Russia's national exhibition in the New York Coliseum this summer with "a spirit of mutual understanding and cooperation." While the ambassador was making his pitch for fair play-which he would have got from the bulk of U.S. journalists without asking-the Soviet press was whipping up its severest attack since the Stalin era on life in the U.S. The new campaign was obviously the Soviet welcome to the six-week, $5,000,000 American National Exhibition...