Word: skeeter
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...read about it all. Thomas Whitebread writes amusingly of how bourbon may be put to good, if pragmatic, use in "The Use of Bourbon," which is all very well for them that can afford it and apparently he can't because it's clear poem. His other contribution, "Skeeter," seems a bit wordy but has some nice sounding words in it. A. Lowell Edmunds has written a sonnet which seems squeezed from somewhere...
...break records even in practice. The Russian hockey team seemed strong enough to give both favored Canada and the U.S. a fight. Russian cross-country skiers looked unbeatable. Only in the Alpine events (downhill and slalom) did U.S. men seem to have a chance to pile up points. Skeeter Werner and Ralph Miller will carry the highest U.S. hopes, but Austria's Toni Sailer will probably whip the field. Andrea Mead Lawrence, who won the slalom and giant slalom for the U.S. in 1952, has borne three babies since then and may not have won back her old skill...
...Lawrence, 22, first U.S. skier ever to win two Olympic gold medals (1952), whipped downhill with her old breathtaking skill, took first place in the slalom and giant slalom, tied for first in the downhill competition. Close behind Andy in the combined scoring, Katy Robolph, 24, from Reno, and Skeeter Werner, 21, from Steamboat Springs, Colo., poled home second and third to earn their places on the Olympic squad...
When the men performed, the U.S. show turned dull. Despite a record-breaking dash down the dangerous Nose Dive trail by Skeeter Werner's 19-year-old kid brother, Buddy, no American placed better than fifth in the combined scoring. Ahead of the U.S. entrants were such seasoned stars as Austria's Andreas Molterer, Japan's Chiharu Igaya (now a Dartmouth undergraduate) and France's Adrien Duvillard. Dartmouth Alumni Ralph Miller and Brooks Dodge finished fifth and seventh, and to fill out the eight-man U.S. Olympic team, the committee had to reach far back into...
Like most successful old fiction pros, Novelist James Street (The Velvet Doublet, The Gauntlet) knows the value of a timely yank at the heartstrings. In his latest, Goodbye, My Lady, the yanking is continuous. His hero is Skeeter, a likable 14-year-old who lives with his illiterate uncle in a shack on the edge of a Mississippi swamp. Life is simple to the point of vacuity-a little huntin', a little fishin', some wood cuttin' when the groceries run low. "Swamp sprout" that he is, Skeeter dreams mostly of a "li'l old" shotgun. Uncle...