Word: sanded
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...example, it took a pressure of 4 lbs. per sq. in. to make a dent 1½ in. deep in the lunar surface. And TV pictures demonstrated that there was little or no crum bling of the trench walls, indicating that the soil was quite cohesive, perhaps like wet sand...
There are times, too, when even a tough course gets the tenderizing treatment. The rough is crewcut, sand traps are covered, pins are set in the fattest parts of the greens, and the course may be deliberately shortened. For the Doral Open in Miami, the Doral Country Club's "Blue Monster" was cut from its nor mal length of 7,002 yds. to 6,652 yds., prompting Nicklaus to grouse: "We're playing from the ladies' tees." (They were.) The theory is that low scores attract fans. "People don't pay three and four and five...
...Sand & Rectal Thermometers. The victories really belonged to Bonnet. And it was all the more remarkable because the twelfth child of an Alpine hotelkeeper was so late in showing an interest in the sport. He grew up determined to become a doctor; he never set foot on skis until World War II, when he divided his time between the air force and the maquisards-mountain-based Resistance fighters. While in uniform, he learned to ski so well that at war's end he was asked to take over training the army's Alpine ski troops. There he stayed...
...thus making a skier faster and less likely to fall. The trouble was that it required fantastic strength to hold the egg for any length of time. Le coach, therefore, put les skiers through an exhaustive and exhausting daily ritual of deep knee bends with 60-lb. sacks of sand on their shoulders, forced them to climb endless flights of stairs, descend innumerable mountains to strengthen thigh muscles. On the slopes, he was the original martinet: barking orders to assistants through a walkie-talkie, charting every speed-slowing bump or hollow, taking the temperature of the snow with a rectal...
Leone scrutinizes with the same drawn-out fascination the territory where his hero moves. The florry sand, the green-feathery plains, the mountain rocks that look like rubble--each expanse whispers desolation. So does the town. Leone focuses on the white walls till the whole place seems bleached of life. The movie exults in barrenness. There are no comings and goings of common folk. The spot is without schools, churches, or community councils...