Word: tore
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...these are not our shock troops of the '30s-those who, yelling like demons, tore the Easter cakes from the believers' hands-oh no! These are moved by intellectual curiosity, as you might say. There is no more ice hockey on TV, and the football season hasn't yet begun-they're bored, that's why they crowd around the candlestand to buy candles, pushing Christians aside like sacks of straw and swearing at what they call "church businessmen...
Instant Hero. The end was a long and painful time coming. The problems really began during his first year in the major leagues; while chasing a fly ball in the second game of the 1951 World Series, he slipped and tore the ligaments in his right knee. This was the first of a plague of injuries that slowly but decisively broke him down. But Mickey did not break easy. Bull-necked and broad-backed, he leaned his 195 Ibs. into high, hard fastballs and hit drives that were things of wonder. At first, when he was a rookie training...
...cleaner, radio antenna, windshield wipers, right-hand-side chrome strip, hubcaps, a set of jumper cables, a gas can, a can of car wax, and the left rear tire (the other tires were too worn to be interesting). Nine hours later, random destruction began when two laughing teen-agers tore off the rearview mirror and began throwing it at the headlights and front windshield...
...time, so when the old woman began to claw away at the circle, literally to tear people's arms apart, the boy was more than a little amazed. In the process of fighting to keep her out, he injured his big toe; someone kicked the nail, which tore off, and the toe started of bleed. But the boy hung on, until Jessica finally made it in and, finding herself suddenly in the middle, burst out in that same expression of indescribable joy that the boy had seen in Elizabeth and Susie...
...malarial mosquitoes and the tasks of directing 19 native police and supervising roads and drains, Cary would sit down each night by a kerosene lamp and turn out 2,000 to 3,000 words of fiction that he had no confidence would ever see the light of print. He tore up much of it ("I hadn't yet decided what I meant") and worked and reworked one novel, Cock Jarvis, which he never did complete. Eventually, he caught on with some stories for the Saturday Evening Post and made a little money. Eventually, too, he got back to England...