Word: ranges
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...challenger. The strategy, such as it was, began to pay off. In Round 13, Sugar Ray, his eyes glazing and his legs rubbery, threw a prodigious right. It missed the target by a yard and Robinson sprawled on the canvas. While Maxim eyed him incredulously, the bell rang and Robinson was lugged to his corner by his handlers. Fifty seconds later, when the warning buzzer sounded, Robinson was still sprawled out on stool and ropes, unable to move. The bell rang for the 14th round, but he could not answer it. As Sugar Ray drooped in his corner, the ring...
...speech had in spots the quality of a bugle blowing "Assembly." It offered no panaceas, but it rang with a kind of hope and strength that Americans have not lately heard from their leaders. The speech also served notice that he plans to pin on Robert Taft the "isolationist" label that the Ohioan heatedly rejects...
...realize it. For one thing, the crisis in its present dimensions affects the nation as such, rather than the people as individuals; only later will they feel the result of inequalities in a worldwide exchange of goods far from the British hearth. Last week, in a speech that rang with the fervor of olden days, Winston Churchill did his best to shake the British out of their complacency. The crisis is "scarcely less vital," said he, than the dire days when the Nazis rained bombs over London...
...clothing factory in Dubuque, Iowa these days, but once he did an outdoor man's work: he was a river pilot. He wrote a novel about it two years ago (A Stretch on the River-TIME, July 24, 1950), and the river descriptions and river lingo rang fair and true. He writes just as effectively in The Monongahela and even gives a fair amount of his secret away: "In order to have a river in your blood, unforgettably and forever . . . you have to work on her for wages." In 1944 he piloted a diesel towboat on the Monongahela...
...them recalled a Washington banquet for General George Marshall at which Ambassador Joseph C. Grew served as toastmaster. Amid one burst of emotional oratory, Grew's tongue slipped: General Marshall, he said, wanted nothing more than to retire to Leesburg with Mrs. Eisenhower. Flustered, as the room rang with laughter, the ambassador halted to apologize "to the general." Smiled Mamie: "Which general...