Word: shell
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Rattlesnake Strategy. "I do not propose," Hoover went on, "that we retreat into 'our shell like a turtle." Then his old gift for the precisely wrong word asserted itself: "I do propose the deadly reprisal strategy of a rattlesnake." To do this "within our economic capacities," he asked for an end of great U.S. ground armies. "The sure defense of London, New York and Paris is the fear of counterattack on Moscow from the air." He was interrupted 71 times by applause, yells and cheers. When he finished his speech-"I pray [to God] to strengthen your hands...
...Navy's unbeaten crew, the Olympic trials; at Worcester, Mass. In the final, the Navy shell whipped Princeton by 2½ lengths and swamped the perennial West Coast powerhouses, Washington (by 3 lengths) and California (by 3½). Navy's time: 5:57.7, just one second off California's 1948 Olympic trial mark. Finishing at a sprinting beat of 42 strokes a minute, the midshipmen became the first Olympic crew from the Eastern U.S. since Yale's 1924 crew, the first from Annapolis since...
Right from the start, Navy's powerful sweepswingers made it clear they intended to get in front and stay there. At the mile mark, pulling at a 28-a-minute beat, the Navy shell was pulling away from the eleven-crew field, led second-place Princeton by a length and a half. Upping the beat to 31, Navy had a two-length lead at the 25-mile mark. In the final 200 yards, with a disdainful sprint, Navy increased its winning margin by another full length. Helped a bit by a tailwind, Navy was timed at 15:08.1. Previous...
Most drivers feel like cheering if they get as much as 20 miles on a gallon of gas. But not Research Engineers Dave L. Berry and Fred Schuette. Last week, in Shell Oil's tenth annual mileage test at Wood River, Ill., they drove the twelve test miles at the rate of 168.49 miles per gallon -and did it in a 28-year...
...Tano Ruiz, has the crowds in his pocket and has goaded the old pro into a last defense of his crown. As Pacote belts away whisky to blunt the knife of fear in his stomach, his hand-me-down society mistress taunts him as "a picknose peasant ... a shell of a man . . . who's so shot he has to drink his guts out of a bottle." Stung, Pacote throws a glass of whisky in her face, and she snarls: "I hope they make a sieve out of you today...