Word: right
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...many of the jammy jitterbug type which apparently hides under logs in the daytime, was lured into Boston's huge Symphony Ballroom. The Shaw faithful, plus a few horn-rimmed jazz intellectuals, clustered around the bandstand, stood through it all without moving much but their gum-chewing muscles. Right there, any resemblance to success stopped...
Others attempted more precise analysis: "It's all right to play Ravel, but not with this band and not in a place where people want to dance. Artie is O.K. when he plays the Shaw stuff that everyone likes-like Stardust. But most of the time he's too kittenish, too much cat." Said another: "His orchestrations are awful, he's imitating too many other bands." Actually, Artie had been using a good many of his original ten-year-old dance orchestrations...
...seconds later, Rocky charged out to attack blond Charlie Fusari with the urgency of a man fighting a swarm of bees. He got over a looping right to Fusari's chin, followed with a fusillade of rights & lefts. Fusari went down and the crowd of 31,092 came to its feet, filling the Polo Grounds with a frenzied roar. Rocky's dazed foe took a count of nine, came up wobbly and was chased into a corner by the most furious killer (in appearance, at least) in the prizefight business...
...size. Fusari, a welterweight who is twelve pounds lighter than Middleweight (159½ Ibs.) Rocky, had made his heavier foe look ridiculous for most of the first nine rounds. Some of Rocky's haymakers missed by feet, not inches. In the second round, he missed a right so awkwardly that he landed on the seat of his pants-with a slight shove from Fusari. For playing the role of punching bag, and almost upsetting the dope, talented, clean-living Charlie Fusari collected $24,437 (compared to Rocky's $42,765) and a chance at the welterweight crown...
...planned to put his star back into the lineup. But after one of his morning gallops, Citation's ankle began to swell again. Ben Jones, as patient as he is wily, put his star back on the shelf with a crisp remark: "We don't need him right now." The rest of the team was clicking. Coaltown, whose efforts included a world-record mile-in 1:34-had the handicap division over a barrel; Kentucky Derby-winning Ponder, runaway victor in the recent $66,150 American Derby at Washington Park, was the nation's top money-winning...