Word: oaken
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Technical Knockout. Not until after his ninth-round tumble did Ali start fighting with wrath. Incarnadine but oaken-hearted, Wepner would not fall: a 10-1 underdog, he had never been knocked off his feet. Then, in the 15th round, with 19 seconds left to the fight, Ali slammed a right into Wepner's bloody face and spilled him into the ropes. Although Wepner was lurching up by the count of nine, the fight was over, ended by Perez on a technical knockout. Braverman and other aides half-hauled Wepner's beaten body back to his corner...
What was different, the new dimension of the new Ali that Angelo Dundee had never unveiled to us before, was that oaken-sturdy trunk on top of the old dancing legs. foreman flailed, Foreman pounded, Foreman launched everything short of inter-continental ballistic missiles, Foreman failed to move that torso from the earth it stood...
...declared the last time Karefa-Smart came home--and the government withdrew its warning to him to stay out of the country, he could probably be packed in time for an afternoon flight. His office at 641 Huntington Ave. is clearly a temporary measure, dominated not by a massive oaken desk, but by a few filing cabinets and bulletin boards. There is another map of Africa, perforated by colored push-pins, and an exhortation, carefully written in magic marker on lined yellow paper, to remember that "I" is the least important word and "we" is the most. His inspirational message...
...even though he has a bad voice," and they have learned to put up with his occasional cross moods. Most important of all, the children think of Leachim as their friend, as well as a good teacher. All of which is quite an achievement for a robot with an oaken body and head, a meter-like mouth and blue light-bulb ears...
...summer she takes a job as a waitress in the Purple Pickle, part of a psuedo-delicatessan chain in the midwest. It is a low-priced quick-service place lit by art deco lamps, with oaken booths against rough panelled walls, plants slung from the ceiling and sauerkraut served while-u-wait. She is working eight hours a day in a starched white uniform and a red-checkered apron, and she lives above the restaurant with the manager. He is 45 and divorced, a Methodist believer who neither drinks or smokes. He is balding with a budding paunch, he likes...