Word: palmers
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...belongs today to the younger men who have the stamina and ability to play in pressure-packed tournaments week after week, ten months of the year. With the 1958 tour two-thirds complete, three of golf's Young Turks hold a long lead in the earnings list: Arnold Palmer, 28, of Latrobe, Pa. ($40,478), Bill Casper, 27, of Chula Vista, Calif. ($38,332), and Venturi, 27, of San Francisco ($37,044). Palmer has finished in the top ten in 13 of 24 tournaments, Casper in twelve of 23, Venturi in 14 of 24. Palmer and Casper have...
Each has a different strong point to his game. Handsome, thin-lipped Arnold Palmer is one of the game's longest drivers. Brash, freckled Ken Venturi is without peer on long irons. Chubby, affable Bill Casper has the steadiest short game on the tour. There are weaknesses, too. Palmer is a streak player ("It seems I was always blowing up just when I thought my game was under control''). Both he and Venturi are subject to long sieges of putting miseries. Casper tends to scatter his long shots and has a predilection for one bad round...
...Richard Palmer Blackmur, poet and critic Litt.D...
...James L. Palmer, 59, president of Chicago's Marshall Field & Co. since 1949, was named chief executive officer to succeed Hughston McBain, 56, who retired as chairman and chief executive after 15 years. Palmer has worked hand in hand with McBain in guiding Marshall Field through a postwar expansion period that saw the opening of three suburban stores, doubled total store space, pushed sales up some 35% (fiscal 1957: $219,011,532). A onetime professor of marketing at the University of Chicago, Palmer joined Field's in 1936, became president after he turned down an offer to become...
...this context it is clear that at least one reviewer is not very happy with either the fragments of William Palmer's novel "Coyahique," or Edgar de Bresson's story "Down There Where It's Beautiful." The fragments of the novel never achieve any coherence, nor do their baffling lack of focus suggest any very obvious truth about the South American revolution which they portray. De Bresson's story, on the other hand, is not a fragment, but rather an epitome of sickness, a suitable inside for the hideous color combination of the cover. It is not that the story...