Word: stranger
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...night after night over the winding West Virginia roads in his 1957 Chevrolet to search for talent at high school games. Ohio-born Coach Schaus uses a recruiting argument that seems to work: he went out of his state to play ball, he explains, and now is almost a stranger back home. The moral: stay home and stay known...
...three occupants of the room, James Lawrence, III '58 and Daniel E. Singer '58, were asleep in the ad-joining room when the arrest was made. They awakened to discover four policemen in their living room talking to a man the police identified as a burglar. The stranger at this point claimed he had been invited up by a third roommate, who was absent. When located, George D. Krumbhaar, Jr. '58, the absent roommate, disclaimed any knowledge of the visitor...
...always tried to trim himself down to the rest of the boys by insisting he was only 6 ft. n in. tall. Now he can even poke fun at his "little brother" Wilbert, who is only 6 ft. 5 in. "Nothing to him," says Wilt. When a stranger accosts him and says, "Wilt, can I ask you a question?", The Stilt proudly interrupts. "That's right," he says. "Over seven feet." His opponents insist he is three feet taller than that...
...nation's largest newspaper chains is one of its least known, and the man who built it was a stranger in most of the 17 cities his 22 newspapers serve. Practicing maxims taught him by his mother, Frank Gannett fashioned a newspaper empire but declined ever to be its emperor (though he did want to be President of the U.S.). For how he lived, and died, see PRESS, The Chain That...
...filled out a preposterous, knee-length bathing suit. With a meddling, mixed-metaphored assist from Comedienne Doro Merande ("Don't jump the gun half-cooked"), Lahr got away with bushels of bad jokes ("I was married, but now I'm estranged." "I'm a stranger here myself"), some broad-farce ribbing of stockbrokers ("I don't want to sell-might make the market nervous"), and a tycoon's diet of "caviar espresso, codfish benedict, vanilla mousse hollandaise," that prompted one hotel guest to remark, aptly: "I think he may be a Martian...