Word: trots
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Sydney waterfront. He organized a wharf laborers' union. Hobo life had given him chronic dyspepsia and affected his hearing, but he discovered a powerful voice, tuneless, yet penetrating enough, as he himself said, "to peel the bark off a gum tree," or "galvanize ten dead bullocks to a trot." A gnomelike figure (5 ft. tall, under 100 lbs.), among the muscular wharf lumpers he was said to be "too deaf to listen to reason, too loud to be ignored, and too small to hit." He was soon representing the waterfront in the New South Wales Parliament...
...harness racing season two years ago, Dunbar W. Bostwick sadly contemplated Chris Spencer, his eight-year-old trotter. Soon after setting a track record of 3 min. 10½ sec. in the 1½-mile Gotham trot, the aging gelding had gone lame and looked finished. But Optimist Bostwick had observed that trotters swim at a trotting gait. He reasoned that Chris might get back his bounce if he could exercise his legs without jarring them on a hard track...
...starts last year, but again pulled up lame. Last week, after many more lake workouts and a hot 1952 campaign, Chris, now a venerable ten-year-old, was back at Yonkers Raceway near New York City, a 6-to-1 shot in a renewal of the $25,000 Gotham Trot. Starting in the second tier, Chris passed such topnotch trotters as Yankee Hanover, Pronto Don and Main-liner, breezed across the finish six lengths ahead. The sea horse's time: 3 min. 9 sec., breaking his own track record...
...houses a year, which the Socialists had derided, now looked possible. Anthony Eden, freshly back from his chat with Yugoslavia's Tito, with his new bride at his side, was cozily reassuring about the global future. "We have gone ahead at a pretty good jog-trot," he said. It remained for the top Tory himself to crow the loudest...
...agonized contortions of a last-ounce effort. As the competition gets keener, the only apparent effect is to key his reactions a bit tighter and sharpen his sense of timing. "When the pressure's on," he says, "I like it best." Between events, while other athletes trot nervously back & forth, talking and worrying, he tosses a towel over his head and lies down in the shelter of the stands until he is called for the next round. Sometimes he falls asleep...