Word: pacing
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Navy was caught napping at the start, got off last. It took a quarter mile at 34 strokes a minute to work into second place. Then pace-making California faltered, and Navy took the lead. Half a mile from the finish, Cornell began its sprint. Navy's Coxswain John Gartland called for a rise in the beat. It went up to 34, to 36. For the last 20 strokes, Navy hit a brisk 42 beat. They were less than half a boat length ahead at the finish when Coxswain Gartland gave "Easy all" to his crew...
...whizzed by Larky Day, who had set a track record at Atlantic City a week before, then set sail for the pace-setting Windfields. Assault swept by Windfields too, and turned into the stretch. Just to be safe, for six-year-old Stymie was beginning to move up, Arcaro stung Assault's hide once with the whip. Then, looking over his shoulder, Arcaro saw that there was nothing to worry about and eased up to win, three lengths ahead of gallant old Stymie. The victory, worth $38,100, boosted Assault's total...
...regime still does not dare slacken the pace of its political persecution, and underground warfare is spreading; guerrillas are now equipped with better arms, including machine guns (presumably from France). More effective than sporadic warfare was last month's general strike in the crucial industrial area of Bilbao, when some 35,000 men stayed home in protest against the provincial governor's punishment of workers who had observed May Day. But there is no power in Spain today that can seriously threaten Franco's rule...
...halfway mark the two early leaders of the pack, little Dick Metz and big Chick Harbert, went haywire-they could not keep up their sub-par pace. Golfers who still had a chance to win drifted into the clubhouse, bit into sandwiches, tried to wash them down with a glass of milk. Some ate sugar lumps to steady nerves. The tension infected the crowd: the grapevine spread that someone's putter was getting hot, and the crowd drifted from threesome to threesome looking for the player who would fight...
...track, dug a deep track in the grass and shot back on to the brick. Behind him a bright orange racer spun out of control, turned two circles and crashed into the outside retaining wall. Oil from its wounded motor oozed downward across the speedway but there was no pace slackening; other cars splashed through the puddle. Within a few minutes, the loudspeakers announced that William ("Shorty") Cantlon, driver of the orange car, was dead...