Word: torger
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...tanker Gulftrade, out of Port Arthur, Tex. with a cargo of oil, ploughed through the heavy seas off Barnegat Light, some 60 miles from her destination, New York City. When the lookout reported several vessels in the vicinity, chubby, moon-faced Captain Torger Olsen imprudently ordered his darkened ship's lights turned on. Said he ruefully: "I saw we were up to Barnegat and I thought they shouldn't be able to get us any more. I made a mistake...
...Lincoln's Birthday, Dorothy entered New York's Palisades Tournament. Bucking a biting northwester and 17 male experts, including the Eastern and New York State Champions, she finished in a tie for first place in the Class B event. Her jumps measured 122 ft., 118 ft. Highflying Torger Tokle, who has won 36 of the 41 tournaments he entered in the past three years, took first in Class A with jumps of 158 ft., 155 ft. Twice in exhibitions Dorothy has jumped...
...Norwegian refugee now training in Canada with the Royal Norwegian Air Force and keeping his surname secret lest his family be punished: the U.S. ski-jumping championship; with a score of 230.2 points; dethroning Defending Champion Torger Tokle, another Norseman; before a crowd of 12,000; at Duluth, Minn. Tokle, who outjumped Ola but could not match his flawless form, has, since coming to the U.S. three years ago, captured 35 out of 39 tournaments, set 19 hill records, jumped 288 ft., a U.S. record...
Last week with a good deal of hoopla NBC announced that Champion Skier Torger Tokle had agreed to broadcast his sensations while jumping at Lake Placid. Earnestly an announcer described how he was being fitted out with a 15-lb. transmitter, a mike in a mask. Then Torger swished away. There was a faint crunch of snow and nothing more. The champion, it seemed, forgot to talk...
Still, the 12,000 New Yorkers who turned out to greet Torger Tokle last week had a hunch that he would make quite a yump. Lined up around the course like a gigantic keyhole, they watched his familiar blue-clad figure flick down the "inrun" at 50 m.p.h., float past the judges' tower, and glide, arms whirling, into their midst in a perfect landing. His first jump measured 167 ft. In the gathering dusk he took off for his second. This lime he landed on one ski, nearly fell. When the span was measured, a mighty roar went...