Word: nine
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Hensch tried the ropes, which were taut against the nine tons of cargo filling a ridiculously small part of the enormous interior. The two pilots went into the cockpit and started to warm up the engines. "They had a pretty good lunch in there today," said Baker to Hensch. "It was fish, but it was good." They had a little informal conversation with the control tower. (British pilots are still lost in wonder at the informality of U.S. communications. One British pilot walks around Berlin shaking his head and telling everybody he overheard a U.S. airman on the strip...
...likes hard work, hiking and collecting the works of George Meredith, Killian has been Compton's right hand for nine years, M.I.T.'s vice president for the last five. Most M.I.T. students think they have to study hard enough already ("Tech is hell! Tech is hell!" says the school yell), but Killian hopes to add to their academic burdens more civilizing courses in liberal arts. Also, says Killian solemnly, "A little gaiety might be appropriate...
...nine innings at Braves Field, a crowd of 40,135 sat spellbound by the tightest World Series pitchers' duel since Art Nehf beat Sad Sam Jones in 1923. Sain kept feeding the Indians big, jug-handle curves, interspersed with little curves, until they were fit to be tied. His control was uncanny; he allowed four hits and not one walk. Feller, who pitched a two-hitter, gave up three bases on balls, which led to his undoing. He lost a heartbreaker...
...fighting center, took charge of containing the mighty Minnesota line. Quarterback Don Burson's forward passes began connecting. Before Minnesota knew exactly what had happened, Northwestern had won, 19-16. After twelve lean years, Northwestern was once again one of the big wheels of the rough & ready Big Nine Conference...
From Rome to Paris, music-lovers had cheered him when he appeared as guest conductor; but no city seemed to want him around for long. He was half paralyzed and shamble-gaited-the result of a brain tumor that struck him down in Los Angeles nine years ago. At times he conducted as if inspired, and at times he floundered hopelessly. His sudden rages and prolonged depressions seemed sometimes to border on madness. Even his friends had begun to doubt whether stormy Otto Klemperer, the once brilliant conductor of pre-Hitler Berlin, would ever have an orchestra...