Word: shallowed
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...drive−like his temper−was merciless. In 1926, while directing the salvage of the submarine 8-51, sunk with 34 dead in the Atlantic off Block Island, Captain King was advised by an admiral that he would never be able to get the submarine into a relatively shallow drydock. "Sir," replied Ernie King, "we've raised her 130 feet in the open sea. We've brought her 130 miles, and I guess we can raise her a couple of feet more." King did raise the sub, and for the salvage won the first of his four...
...midstroke, Glover splashed to a stop at the shallow end of the pool, then grabbed the gutter with both hands. "John, have you got a cramp?" asked an assistant coach. "Can I help you?" John Glover slumped back into the water, his eyes closed. Some swimmers grabbed him and lifted him to the deck, face down. He groaned two or three times, but he did not respond to artificial respiration. A Pulmotor did not help. An ambulance rushed Glover to the hospital but he was dead when it got there...
...trouble at all, says Roberts, it is his shallow curve. "I'm always hoping I can improve that curve. I must have changed that curve nine or ten times. I'll see Maglie throw and say, 'Gee, it'd be nice to have that curve.' But if I try to throw it that way, it hurts my arm. Mainly I try to count on a good fast ball that moves...
...grisly game of hide-and-seek with the infiltrators. Clues were stiffening bodies, blown-up irrigation pipes, wrecked rail lines, burnt-out cars and trucks-a trail of death running between the fields of ripening corn, blossom-scented orange groves, drying creek beds and shifting dunes, to the shallow trench that divides Israel from the refugee-jammed Gaza strip. The Israelis killed eleven, captured four. One patrol stalked a returning assassin team for 18 hours, killed all five "self-sacrificers" as they hid in a clump of trees between Rehovoth and the border. Those captured proved no supermen. They said...
...Orchard, David Ross has scrupulously put Chekhov's intentions first: if he sometimes falters with so trickily delicate a play, he oftener succeeds. Chekhov's provincial tale of pathetically muffed chances and comically muddled lives, of a pompous fool for whom better people have toiled and a shallow woman with whom better men are infatuated, is wonderfully life-sized and life-stained. Compared to The Three Sisters or The Cherry Orchard, Vanya has little resonance or fragrance: it offers fly-specks rather than patina, flatted notes oftener than chords. Chekhov boils down his characters' moral attitudes...