Word: swifts
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...ribs. Sugar Ray stabbed and ran. Whenever the Chittenango (N.Y.) onion farmer caught him, Robby covered himself nicely in the clinches. The handsome Harlem hot shot was a reasonable facsimile of the man who was once the fanciest fighter in the prize ring, but he was no longer the swift-punching dancing master who had moved up from the welterweights to terrorize the middleweights. He was not even as sharp as he looked last September when Basilio took his title away. But Robby was more than good enough...
...Florida and New York. Artfully steered by Champion Jockey Willie Hartack, Calumet Farm's Tim Tarn worked his way between horses to catch lightly favored Lincoln Road and win Gulfstream's Florida Derby by half a length. At Jamaica, Elkcam Stable's Hubcap just stole the Swift Stakes from Warner Stable's Levelation by a dirty nose...
...Chicago Relays in a fast 3:05. "I was only a stride behind," said Ron, and I could feel the energy flowing. I decided this was it." So the 22-year-old Villanova senior ran all out for the one thing that has been missing from his swift career on the track: a world record. He broke the tape in 4:03.4, two-tenths of a second faster than any man had ever run an indoor mile before. ¶ Overflowing with swimming talent as always, Yale Coach Bob Kiphuth took a couple of flipper-footed juniors to the Eastern Intercollegiate...
...seen him before, loafing while a fast field stole a 40-length lead, then blazing into the stretch-and a narrow victory-as though his tail were on fire. Could he do it again? This was the $130,500 Santa Anita Derby, and Silky was up against nine swift three-year-olds, including Old Pueblo, the last one to beat him. If he lost this time, people might suspect he was only a horse after...
...height of his fame, poor Jonas poses for a portrait of the artist at work, but he himself no longer has the time or spirit to paint. Cognac consoles him with the illusion of creativity, and girls with the illusion of vitality. After that, Jonas' decline is swift, sure and touching. Dying, he scribbles one word on a blank canvas, but no one can be sure "whether it should be read solitary or solidary" (i.e., at one with society). Moral: wooing the Muse is not half so important, or difficult, as staying married...