Word: nettings
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...understanding of our present situation requires an analysis of the intent of Russia and Communist China. We have only one means of gaining that understanding: a review of past events . . . Communist goals are expansionistic . . . and each new conquest ... is detrimental to the net balance of power. It follows that there is some point beyond which the balance lies in Communist hands . . . Unless we are willing to lose this balance, there can be no better time to draw the line than...
Allen's gamble gave Boeing a little breathing period, but the company was still in deep trouble. The planes were expensive to produce (price: $1,500,000), even cost lier to operate. Boeing made only 56 Stratocruisers for civilian customers. Net loss: $15 million. In 1948 more troubles piled up. This time they came from a bitter, 144-day strike by the Aero Mechanics Union at Seattle. Boeing wanted to revise wartime seniority provisions that prevented it from shifting workers and thereby cutting costs. The union said no, and 14,000 men went out. Civic groups in Seattle...
...game marathon. Old Drob looked tired. But he stuck to his relaxed and careful plan. Rosewall won the next set, 6-4. but Drobny made it hard, hot work for the youngster. In the third set, Old Drob changed tactics, and built himself a veritable wall at the net. Rosewall could rarely pass him; when he tried to lob over him. Drobny's overhead shots spattered all over Rosewall's end of the court. Drobny won that...
Young Rosewall fought back through a fine last set. But now, for the first time in eleven tries at Wimbledon, Old Drob was running into luck. Low drives that hit the net cord dropped in for him, high lobs kicked up chalk on the baseline and his big service took on a wallaby's hop. With the score at 8-7, Drobny smacked across an ace on a second serve. The final point was an ace as well...
...full five minutes the crowd of 15,000 cheered. Old Drob knew better than to try to jump the net. He simply stood there in midcourt, his arms spread, and roared with laughter. He had finally done it. "That's it," he said happily. "From here on in, it will be just fun . . . I'll be back. But I don't think I'll win again. Maybe next year I will...