Word: ran
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Miler Fred Howard and Dave Brahms, in the middle distances, continued their upward trend in performance which first showed in the Heptagonals, where Brahms ran a 1:57 leg in the two-mile relay and Howard came from nowhere to take fifth in the mile. Frank Yeomans gave indications of becoming a definite threat in the sprints...
...this monastery that the regent of Tibet, looking for a successor to the 13th Dalai Lama, saw in the waters of Cho-Khor Gye, a lake that could tell the future. When a party of lamas descended upon the monastery, they came upon a small boy who ran up to one of them shouting, "Lama! Lama!" The boy seized a rosary that had belonged to the old Dalai Lama and hung it about his own neck. He had the protruding ears of a Buddha, the moles that marked the traces of a second pair of arms, the ability to pick...
...Freud, censored by Actors Equity, censured by critics. Little is heard to compare with the 19th century chores of young Edwin Booth, who led his father, Junius Brutus Booth, staggering from the corner saloon; or Stella Campbell, who turned her back on Sir Beerbohm Tree so often that he ran screaming from the stage. But last week Broadway's most spectacular feline feud in years had the whole street on edge. The clawing started when gifted Actress Kim (Bus Stop) Stanley abruptly announced her departure from Eugene O'Neill's A Touch of the Poet...
They issued warning bulletins-"All flounder should be destroyed"-through the press, radio and TV. The alarms ran through dinnertime: some families got up from the table and dumped their filleted flounder into the garbage can. Housewives who were saving it in the refrigerator got rid of it in a hurry. Hospital switchboards lit up and were jammed for hours. Emergency rooms filled fast. About 300 people who said they had eaten flounder got treatment: some were hypochondriacs, most were mild cases, a few were severely poisoned. As far as officials knew, there were no more deaths...
...sailor's son, Salemme was born in a Boston suburb, went to Manhattan at 18 and made it his own, educating himself at the public library. For a living he tried many menial jobs: he ran elevators, once worked as doorkeeper at the Guggenheim Museum. He long hesitated between painting and writing, failed to paint a picture that struck him as "a personal statement" until he was 32. In the eleven years of his life that remained, Salemme sold pictures to Manhattan's Metropolitan, Whitney and Modern museums. He was also commissioned to paint murals for posh Manhattan...