Word: sportingly
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Nowadays it is a rare occasion that brings Elder Statesman Bernard Baruch, 93, out for a black-tie evening, but he wanted the pleasure of presenting the President's Citation of the People-to-People Sports Committee to "a little girl" he used to know. She was Joan Whitney Payson, 60, co-owner of Greentree Stable and fairy grandmother of the New York Mets baseball team. The first woman recipient of the Citation admitted a penchant for athletes "with two or four feet," but as for herself, well, she was "strictly a spectator sport." Then, as flashbulbs popped...
...later, the other half of Greentree Stable had some sharp words about the treatment of four-footed athletes by two-footed businessmen. Speaking at the Thoroughbred Club of America, Mrs. Payson's brother, John Hay ("Jock") Whitney, 59, told horsemen that with the "monumental exception" of Kelso (see SPORT), thoroughbred "mediocrity has been so spectacular that it can no longer be ignored." Why so? Simply because commercialism is taking over the sport, said Jock. "The rewards, whether for winning or for losing, offer almost irresistible temptations to race a two-year-old more than is good...
Munro is quick to emphasize that the Dartmouth squad has hidden talents--but they seem so hidden that they're hard to find. The Indians sport a 1-4 record and have been impressive in only one of their games, a 2-1 loss to Ivy League leader Princeton. But, said Munro, "They're progressing by leaps and bounds, and will...
...were on their way to owning the world. The forward pass was not invented by the pros; it had been around since 1906. But in the hands of such quarterbacks as Sammy Baugh and Sid Luckman, the pass became the most awesome offensive weapon in the history of the sport -a bolt of lightning that could strike anywhere, any time. Scores soared. The T formation grew flankers and split ends; pro coaches even made room for a third end in the backfield (they called him a "slotback"), began scattering receivers around the field like leaves in a hurricane...
...Richardson is angrier than Fielding was, and he sharpens the author's satire to a cruel point. His scenes in the London slums are brief but harrowingly Hogarthian: and Squire Western's hunt explains more powerfully than words could possibly explain the senselessness and horror of blood sport. Mile after mile the chase goes on: the running deer all terror and loveliness, the men and the dogs all grinning the same blank, murderous, animal grin. Then all at once the deer collapses. Blood in their eyes, the men and the dogs fall upon it together. They snarl...