Word: throwed
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...moon was full by then and "traveling swiftly on the very edge of the waves," Joseph recalled. "It was like a fairy tale." As the waves came even closer to his perch, Joseph dumped the last of his sand ballast and busied himself cutting up his trail rope to throw that out piece by piece. Soon after he heard the cries of sea gulls and looked down to see the lights of beachside restaurants and hotels. A woman was walking down a long, straight road. "Madame," called Joseph politely, "s'il vous plait, l'Angleterre ici?" The Englishwoman...
...Price, Gentlemen." With the pressure on, there was talk of working Newcombe every third day. In next week's vital three-game series with the Cardinals, he is scheduled for two of them. Says he: "I'll throw as much as they want...
...Musial residence was,a lackluster frame house two doors from the home of Joe Barbao, a semi-pro pitcher who worked nights in the zinc mill. Joe played catch with the kid he called "the little left-hander," taught him how to hold a ball to throw a curve. It was Stan Musial's ambition to be another Lefty Grove...
Menke, whose three brothers help him run the Goldenrod, regularly rejects such schemes as turning the old boat into a nightclub. When business slumps, he says, "you can always throw a line overboard and catch a mess of catfish . . . Some day, maybe, we'll take her down the river again. Maybe next spring...
Able, splenetic Sir Thomas Beecham had once disdained the Scots as "damned fools to throw away ?60,000 on a festival." But on opening night, before a jammed audience in Usher Hall, he was right there, ready, and with Franck, Sibelius, Brahms and Berlioz, he put on as good a show as ever. When he waved the men of his Royal Philharmonic to their feet on the fourth curtain call, they sat still; he howled at them in mock fury, then turned to the delighted audience: "You have observed, ladies and gentlemen, that this orchestra has every sort of virtue...