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...behind all the gesticulating and expectorating not many people have considered that perhaps Ted was possessed of some inner, subconscious motivation, the type which Louis Macneice included in his Epilogue for W.H. Auden, stating that it is "time for soul to stretch and spit, before the world comes back on it." Williams has undoubtedly been using Widener Library to enlarge his understanding of the psyche...
...Lest the American League be overlooked, Red Sox Slugger Ted Williams walloped his 400th home run in a game with the Kansas City Athletics, then expressed his pleasure by spitting at the assembled writers in the press box. Just in case it was misunderstood, Ted repeated his hit-and-spit performance a few days later. Reaching automatically for their record books, the sportswriters credited Ted with a new major-league record for public expectoration...
Hickest of the Hick. During the day, as Author Charles Angoff makes clear in a book that is really a nonstop conversation piece, Mencken's vice was word-intoxication. Profane, scatological and childishly bigoted, Mencken uttered a good many words that probably belonged in the spit toon, but they lodged vividly in the memory of Russian-born, Harvard-educated Charles Angoff. Critic, Novelist and Edi tor Angoff has a legitimate claim to know Mencken well-from 1925 to 1933 he was Mencken's sole editorial associate on the Mercury. But this will only partly help the reader...
...learned his politics at the baggy knee of his father, gallus-snapping "Ol' Gene" Talmadge, one of the South's most notorious rabblerousers, governor of Georgia for six years (1933-36, 41-42). Herman watched his father run the state with the fist of a dictator, spit tobacco at his foes and graze milk cows on the statehouse lawn. He also saw his father try-and fail-to do what Herman has now done: turn Walter George out of the U.S. Senate...
...fast track. The chalk players could barely see through their tears. But Jockey Erb did not get flustered. His mount was moving nicely and he saved ground, waited until they reached the stretch turn before he asked the big question. Then, for a terrible second, Needles seemed to spit the bit out once more. Erb cracked the whip in his ear to get his mind on his work. Needles got the idea...