Word: swunged
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...behind the Eisenhower ticket in the election. Nonetheless Joe returned to Washington, made it clear that he was no man to be trifled with. Failing in an attempt to block the confirmation of Harvard's President James B. Conant as U.S. High Commissioner for Germany. Joe swung again at Ike's Ambassador-designate to Russia, Charles E. Bohlen. He battled away against such respected party leaders as Bob Taft, demanded that Secretary of State John Foster Dulles be called to testify under oath on the Bohlen nomination. Here, Joe got the first whiplash of defeat. This proposal, said...
...through the fifth, Robinson drove a right into Fullmer's body. In Pavlovian style, the champion lowered his hands, and for a split second uncovered his chin. It hung there, as naked and as obvious as the Rock of Gibraltar. Robinson planted his dancer's feet and swung his left. The hook landed with precision and power, and Fullmer went down. At the count of eight, he strained to get up, fell back and lay there as the crowd cheered. It was the cleanest of knockouts...
...hippopotamous pursuit. Horses bolted; pedestrians bounced like skittles. But just as the long arm of the law was on his shoulder, the fugitive took a flying leap at the tummy of a startled fat lady. As he hit head first, her midriff split up the middle and swung inward like saloon doors. The fugitive plunged through-and disappeared...
...last flat light tipped the orange trees and spacious rose gardens, a car swung off the main road from Rabat and up the long drive to the big, Norman-style royal villa. His Majesty Sidi Mohammed ben Youssef, Sultan of Morocco, stepped out just as two cannon shots sounded through the still twilight air, signaling sunset and the end of Ramadan's day-long fast...
...found his approach shot buried all but out of sight in a green-protecting trap. Now, if ever, he had an excuse to change his pace, to slow down and study his lie. He knew better. He walked into the sand, barely looked at the ball before he swung his wedge in a vicious arc. The ball soared high, dropped short of the hole, rolled straight into the cup. Ford sent his club soaring just as high as the ball. "Oh my God," he shouted. "That's the best shot I ever made...