Word: sweatingly
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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That saved Huey and made him a national figure. Earl, beaded with the righteous sweat of his endeavors, thought he deserved higher honors. But Huey paid no attention. For one thing, Earl's wild temper and mode of fighting made him unpopular. During the impeachment proceedings he sank his teeth into one legislator's throat, and chewed until he was pulled off. Later, one Frank P. Krieger complained that Earl had all but bitten his finger off. Also, Huey seemed to have had doubts about Earl's political savvy...
...into a little boat and was rowed over to the island in its center. Ducks quacked and splattered indignantly as he stepped ashore, entered a small concrete hut, carefully closed the steel door behind him. A few minutes later he emerged hatless, took a deep breath and wiped the sweat from his brow. Dr. Hugh Watts, Chief Inspector of Explosives for the Home Office, had just disarmed his 22nd postal bomb...
...82nd birthday, the professor put on his tiny, camel-hide shoes. He picked up his 24-ft., 24-lb. balancing pole and stepped out into yawning space. In mid-canyon he stopped, knelt creakily until one knee touched the wire, lurched up, went on. Pale, panting, drenched with sweat, he reached the other side...
Pampered Legs. At 23, Mel Patton looks fragile enough to be bowled over by the smell of locker-room sweat. But he has run the 100 yards faster than any man living or dead-in 9.3 seconds (an unofficial world's record). In the chow-line last week, a husky teammate yelled at him: ''Step aside and let us weight-men in. No fuss, now-you're the one man around here I can lick." Patton, grinning, yelled back: "Better be careful, Moose, I gained a pound last week...
Only once is there a mention in the book of the sweat that most reporters distill trying to find words to fit their big news. Charles A. Lindbergh handed a scoop and a Pulitzer prize to old friend Lauren ("Deac") Lyman of the New York Times when he sailed into exile (1935) after his baby was kidnaped. All afternoon, Lyman sweated over 13 different leads before, in desperation, he settled on a routine Times lead, such as he had written a thousand times...