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...spikes can rip across the wet soil and oars can slash the choppy waves. At last muscles can hurt after an afternoon of rugby and lungs can ache after hours of lacrosse. The discus and the javelin slice through somehow cleaner air and the ping of the tennis court seems a truer sound as the air turns warmer...
...Cold. In McGinnis' 21 months at the switch, passengers had been riding second-class. McGinnis blamed late schedules on last year's floods, but the timetable had fallen apart long before. When commuters protested McGinnis' $12 million slash in maintenance funds since 1953, McGinnis snapped: "I've given these politicians everything they asked for." In summer, when air conditioning broke down, McGinnis explained that the weather was "too hot." In winter, when diesel locomotives stalled because crews failed to drain condensation coils, he claimed that his engines were "freezing...
Shameful Brawls. Harry Truman tried hard to make the fight and he tried the only way he knew how. He was bedeviled by billions of new commitments-e.g., veterans' benefits, interest on the tremendous new debt-that he could do nothing about. So he slashed billions from the armed services on the valid theory that they had learned to live extravagantly in the lush days of World War II. A slash, his budget people told him, would teach the services to live efficiently; once they had learned austerity again, perhaps they could have some more money...
...Marrying Kind. In Singapore, charged with attempted suicide, Fong Kum Mok tearfully told the court that he tried to slash his throat after reflecting on his marital problems, explained: his first wife died, his second ran off with thousands of dollars in cash and jewelry, his prospective third broke her promise to wed him, fled with several hundred dollars...
...today's as the pinewoods around his native Tallahassee are from the palmy patios of the Miami Beach hotels. The Florida he remembers meant the jolt of a single-barreled shotgun on his shoulder and a bobwhite dropping through the yellow winter sunlight at the edge of a slash-pine grove. Or a 15-lb. turkey gobbler hurtling into a charge of No. 6 shot, and then falling through the Spanish moss on the oaks onto the dry palmettos below. Or the catfish, at his grandfather Brandon's farm, that stole his bait, sneaking off to its lair...