Word: touche
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...ringmaster of "Joe's Flying Circus" on Guadalcanal in World War II. Marine Air Force Captain Foss led a hell-for-baling-wire fighter squadron, became a top U.S. ace by downing 26 Japanese planes, for his hazards later was awarded a Congressional Medal of Honor. Added touch for Hollywood scenarists : Foss's yen to fly began when he was a farm boy of twelve, awesomely saw Charles A. Lindbergh, then touring the U.S. as the lionized conqueror of the Atlantic. Film's tentative title: Brave Eagle...
...Touch of Blackbeard. Conspicuously present at Cowes last week was the renaissance's principal architect: salty, roistering Uffa Fox, 57, one of the world's top yacht designers, boom companion and helmsman to the Duke of Edinburgh. He and Prince Philip fared no better than second, successively sailing in Uffa's 20-ton sloop Fresh Breeze, the Duke's Fox-designed Coweslip, and his slim Dragon-class sloop Bluebottle. But they had a fine time anyway. At his home, a converted waterfront warehouse, Uffa presided over the nightly after-dinner festivities that lasted until dawn...
...third-place New York Giants jettisoned one of their once-great pitchers. Sal ("The Barber") Maglie, who failed to complete a game since June. Minus his old touch (95 wins, 42 losses), which helped take the Giants to two World Series ('51, '54), The Barber was sold to Cleveland for $10,000, was blasted for five runs in the first two innings of his first game for the Indians...
...That precious moment when the male stumbles back to his lair, numb and exhausted, is what they have been waiting for all day. By striking hard while his resistance is low, they know they can pressure him into almost anything. This, then, is the Conversation Hour: the time to touch lightly on the need for a new vacuum cleaner, his gaucheries at last night's bridge party, the prospects for remedying his cultural poverty...
...uncouth, hell-for-leather pal who "buys it" on Dday. There is the bullet-spitting ex-auto salesman, bucking for general, who comes drunkenly apart at the seams once he gets a briefing on the German fortifications in his attack sector. There are camp followers, goldbricks and, for a touch of sentimental local color from the blitz-days, some village home guards fumbling earnestly with their simulated weapons...