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Word: smilingly (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1980-1989
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Everyone stood up for Retton, a resilient child and a killer competitor of 16, whose 92 Ibs. of forthright chunkiness rises scarcely 4 ft. 9 in. from the preposterous base of a pair of size3 feet. Among her best reflexes is a snappy smile, but the hunter's look with which she fixed Rumanian Ecaterina Szabo, 17, was memorable too as fortune started Szabo off on her best apparatus and Retton on her worst. They proceeded inversely until Szabo dismounted the parallel bars with relief and Retton came to the vaulting horse, her pet pony. A loud bear, Bela Karolyi...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Glory Halleluiah! | 8/13/1984 | See Source »

...brashness. No one can generate her speed or leap to her heights; she can do numbers in floor exercises known only to men. On her first tumbling run, she pounded out enough time in the air to pull off a layout double back somersault, and exploded into a dazzling smile. It did not dim for the rest of her routine. When she landed her final twisting somersault, she had notched a 10. Szabo did not give any ground, however. She went out with solid 9.90s on the vault and, finally, the uneven bars...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Olympics: Finishing First, At Last | 8/13/1984 | See Source »

...stadium he did not wave at the crowd or acknowledge the cheers of his teammates. He got booed. Carey later issued a written apology to fans. A few days later he got another gold, in the 100 meters, and though this too was no record, he managed a smile...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Olympics: A Tidal Wave off Winners | 8/13/1984 | See Source »

...Olympic spirit does not prevent rival boxers from occasionally saluting each other, just in passing, with a universal smile and an expressive forefinger dragged meaningfully across the throat...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Olympics: Voices from the Village | 8/6/1984 | See Source »

...photographic evidence is unequivocal: his smile was different, the way he held his body was different. Walter Mondale was finally relaxing. Back in the north woods of his native Minnesota for a glorious week, he had no swarm of reporters around him constantly nagging, plenty of home-cooked meals (steaks, barbecued chicken, fresh fish), and time with the whole family in a rustic cabin on Gunflint Lake...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Gone Fishing | 8/6/1984 | See Source »

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