Word: pint
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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TIME would be loath to cause a Kentuckian to reach for his hip pocket, unless he were merely toting a pint of Kentucky's famed bourbon. Nevertheless, modernistic though its clubhouse may be, the industrial and low-rent residential neighborhood surrounding Louisville's Churchill Downs makes that celebrated race course seem shabby indeed...
...Olympic boxing team, 19,000 fight fans paid $33,000 to see these fisticuffs. Though they witnessed no knockouts, they received their money's worth, watching: ¶ The 118-lb. championship match which Jackie Wilson, a six-foot Negro bootblack won simply because his pint-sized opponent could not reach his face. ¶ The 147-lb. title bout which Negro Howell King won despite the unholy booing of partisan spectators who thought he had overcome Chicago's own Chester Rutecki by low punches. ¶ The 160-lb. championship contest which went to Negro Jimmy Clark...
...abscess, Dr. Castillo called into consultation Dr. Ricardo Núñez Portuondo, crack surgeon, onetime president of the Cuban Federation of Medicine. Surgeon Núñez lanced the abscess. Within 48 hours out oozed a quart of accumulated blood. In a subsequent hemorrhage the Count lost another pint of blood. Packing the abscess cavity with gauze failed to stop bleeding. Drugs failed to stop it. Nothing seemed able to make the patient's blood clot. He was at the point of dying from hemophilia...
George Robinson, Negro, drawled that if a man were sick he would have to hide from the sleeping shack "rouster" to avoid being forced back into the tunnel. As to economics he testified: "By the time we bought three meals a day and a pint of moonshine the $3 was gone. The men bought the moonshine to cut the cold and dust off their lungs...
Fifteen years ago in Zurich a spindly, pint-sized girl of 17 marched onto the stage of the old Schanspielhaus and solemnly pretended to be an unfolding flower, a crow hopping in the fields, a shackled slave fighting fate. The girl had no claim to beauty. Nor had she been trained as a dancer. But the audience was polite because her father was editor of the Neue Zurcher Zeitung and had indulgently hired the hall. After that Trudi Schoop would probably have remained forever unknown if she had not undertaken one day to portray a tree in a storm...