Word: shotting
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...neither drank nor smoked, but he was a heller who would try to whup the pants off anybody he met. The Bee County sheriff cottoned to this abstemious rip-tail roarer and made him his chief deputy in 1941. In 1943, Vail killed his first man when he shot "his way out of a tight place while making an arrest. He was tried for murder, and acquitted. A year later he was elected sheriff. Fifteen days on the job, he blasted the life out of a big Negro he had brought into the jail office for disturbing the peace...
...Vienna, Wilhelm Furtwängler, famed prewar conductor of the Berlin Philharmonic (but officially cleared of Naziism), fared less well as he appeared for a concert at the music hall. A mob met him outside with boos and catcalls, and began shoving; a Soviet sentry fired a warning shot and Furtwängler got in. But shortly the mob got in, too. The concert and the hissing began about the same time. The demonstrators: former concentration camp inmates...
What makes an All-America player? To be a sure shot, he must play on a winning team which has a major schedule. If he is a standout player, that helps too. But great talent on a poor team will get a man almost nowhere. And the pickers could not be blamed for that: the fairest way of measuring an All-America was to judge his feats by the quality of his opposition...
Just Hit It. Unlike Hagen, Demaret helps out his opponent with cries of "Great shot." The Haig was a deliberate time-waster, rattling his foe by taking great pains in lining up easy shots. Hagen confessed once: "What's the use of fooling around with shots you don't think you can make. . . . But when you get an easy one, study it, measure it, give it the business. Then when you make it; just as you knew you could all the time . . . everybody cheers...
Survival of the Fittest. Near Brunswick, Ga., Alfred Alsop spied a white-tailed deer, shot at it, pushed through the underbrush, picked up what he'd hit: one white tail. In Poplar Bluff, Mo., Dale Kirk and Ralph Tuepker went duckhunting, found a likely spot, built a blind, settled down to await the birds, presently discovered that Kirk had forgotten to bring his ammunition, Tuepker had forgotten...