Word: pasts
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Malagodi's party, which has a proud past, is today one of the smallest (13 seats) in Italy's Chamber of Deputies, cannot muster sufficient money or manpower to match the lavish campaign efforts of its bigger rivals. To compensate, hard-driving Giovanni Malagodi has taken up a device foreign to Italian politics-the whistle-stop tour. Since last October, traveling alone, he has spoken, rain or shine, in hundreds of cities, towns and villages from Sicily to Piedmont. In the process, his level, rasping voice has won more attention than that of any other Italian politician...
...Lleras home to tell the candidate to get ready, that he was needed to help put down a plot against the junta. Lleras shaved, dressed and dutifully stepped into the military police truck that came to pick him up. But his captors committed the tactical error of racing past the presidential palace on their way to the barracks, and were stopped for speeding by the army's palace guards. The guards recognized the prisoner, leveled rifles at the military police, escorted Lleras to safety...
...stage in spring-legged leaps that seemed to pin them in the air as if frozen by a strobe light, whipped their bodies into angles few Western dancers would even attempt. In Polyanka (The Meadow), files of dancers snaked across the stage in a sinuous blur of speed, hurled past one another in a complex tracery. Partisans had the black-cloaked dancers gliding in roller-smooth imitation of horsemen on patrol; Soccer sent them cartwheeling in comic, splay-fingered lunges for an imaginary ball...
...front, a speed horse named Lincoln Road forced the pace. Tim Tarn, cleverly guided by Jockey Ismael Valenzuela, a last-minute substitute for injured Willie Hartack, saved ground and came around the muddy track hugging the rail. Then, at the three-eighths pole, Silky turned it on. He exploded past two horses, and the crowd came alive. But the high rising scream stopped short. Silky suddenly ran out of steam-and the race was still up front, where Jewel's Reward was faltering but Tim Tarn was steadily closing on Lincoln Road. At the wire, it was Tim Tarn...
...catcher flashed a signal and stuck up his mitt-a fat target. The pitcher frowned moodily and began his windup-a reluctant marksman. All evening, Cincinnati's big righthander, Brooks Lawrence, had been firing successfully past the St. Louis Cardinals. Now he seemed ready to throw and duck. And he had reason. Coiled in the batter's box was Stan ("The Man") Musial, the indestructible old pro whose potent bat has been tormenting National League pitchers ever since his rookie season with St. Louis 18 summers...