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...next two days, an armada of boats and planes scouted his bearing and the general path the DC-4 should have taken. Storm static scrambled radio contact between the search parties; mist and night fog hampered visibility. But toward the end of the second day, not far from the Navy captain's fix, the Coast Guard came on an oil slick and scraps of tangled metal. Close by floated a piece of blue blanket bearing the stencil "N.W." and bits of human bodies-all that remained of U.S. commercial aviation's worst air disaster...
...toss, stepped up to the ball and swung. The ball whistled down the middle of the mist-shrouded fairway and disappeared from view. Sam pursed his lips, blinked his grey, button-bright eyes and was satisfied. Then bantam Ben Hogan, the little man who had come back to haunt him, stepped forward. To the dismay of 4,500 assembled witnesses, Ben hit one that hooked crazily and landed in a ditch out of bounds...
Modena's cobbled streets and medieval squares were curtained in thick morning mist. Toward Adolfo Orsi's iron foundry 10,000 workers carrying red flags advanced in long columns. Police were there to meet them. The marchers swung away from the foundry toward Orsi's two other factories. The police, leaving 30 men to guard the foundry, followed the marchers. Too late they discovered that they had been outmaneuvered: the foundry was the main objective after all. The workers rushed the gates 1,000 strong, while others circled the foundry to climb over the back walls. Police...
Visibility was so poor that Citation and his three rivals could barely be seen across the mist-shrouded infield. Trainer Jones, a thickset little man with a perpetually worried look, had a twinge of conscience as the field entered the starting gate: "It's a little like putting Joe DiMaggio back in the game in midseason and letting him bat against good, seasoned pitchers. He might strike out." Jimmy had another bad moment when Citation broke slowly and wallowed down the backstretch eating mud from other horses' heels...
...adjoining wall, the sick and sagging figure of the old man himself, and even the murky, unreal light and haphazard composition all helped put across the mood Stuempfig was after. Like The Lifeboat and others of his best works, The Old Man was a familiar scene glimpsed through a mist of tenderness and gloom...