Word: straightaways
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Because of a strong wind blowing up the straightaway, most of the times were disappointing. Lone exceptions were the half mile and the mile, in which Dartmouth's incredible Doug Brew unleashed finishing kicks to edge Crimson runners...
...game that brings diverse eggheads together. Vivienne and Charles play it remarkably alike. Last week, in their second playoff at $1,500 a point, both headed straightaway for the harder, highpoint questions, got all the answers and carried the deadlock to $2,000 a point. On a question about the six Vice Presidents of the U.S. who went on to be elected to the presidency, both minds clicked along the same track of thought, got three chronologically (Adams. Jefferson, Van Buren), jumped to the latest-Harry Truman-then to Coolidge and then agonized for a while before naming Teddy Roosevelt...
...biting wind, his nose scant inches from the ice, Bibbia scudded into Curzon, the first turn on the twisting chute. The special, spike-toed Cresta shoes that were his only brakes were clear of the glass-hard groove as he slid along, and by the time he hit the straightaway at Junction, dropping as much as one foot for every three he covered, Bibbia was close to 70 m.p.h. He "scratched ice" as he negotiated the wicked 90° turns called Battledore and Shuttlecock, but only enough to slow his sled by a fraction. Toes up once more, he skittered...
Sprinter Bobby Joe Morrow, 21, who grew up on a lazy little cotton and carrot farm outside San Benito, Texas, glided down the cinder straightaway with such easy grace that he seemed to be running no faster than he had to. It was fast enough to win the 100-meter dash...
...once, the Detroit River came alive. Flippant rooster tails of spray arced high as six hopped-up speedboats zippered the straightaway and skittered hell-bent for trouble toward the first turn of the Gold Cup race for unlimited hydroplanes. The last heat boiled into a catfight between two river belles-Miss Thrijtway, a neat cream, orange and white number from Seattle, and Miss Pepsi, a Detroit brawler all tricked out in red, white and blue...