Word: wahoo
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Died. Samuel Earl ("Wahoo Sam") Crawford, 88, baseball's turn-of-the-century Hall of Fame outfielder who set slugging records in the difficult days of Christy Mathewson, Rube Waddell and the dead ball; of a stroke; in Hollywood. "Now the game is all different," complained the Wahoo, Neb., whiz. "Then it was strategy and quick thinking, and if you didn't play with your noodle you didn't play at all." Through 19 years in both major leagues, Wahoo Sam hit enough balls that were lopsided, soaped, sanded and tobacco-stained to win league home...
...match the tackle to the fish-and watch his smoke. The 70-lb. white marlin that died like a guppy on the end of 130-lb. line suddenly came alive when the rig was reduced to 30 lb., flashing across the ocean in wild greyhounding leaps; the 50-lb. wahoo that expired without a peep on the end of 80-lb. test lived up to his name on 20 lb.; the 10-lb. bonefish that rolled belly up on 20 lb. became a raging demon on 6-lb. or better still, 4-lb. test, ripping off line so fast that...
...calls "Adam's Eden." There he has been lolling for a month with his $19,200-a-year "administrative assistant," Corrine Huff, who was Miss Ohio in the 1960 Miss U.S.A. contest. When he tires of his one-bedroom villa, Powell rests up by fishing for barracuda and wahoo from his 31-ft. yacht, Adam's Fancy, playing dominoes with the natives, sipping Cutty Sark-and-milk, and philosophizing in typical Powell-ese. "Let's be sweet and walk together," he said last week. "Keep the faith." As to why he has not made some move...
...Montego Bay last fall, the skipper invited some local sport fishermen aboard. Modestly the Japanese apologized that a mother ship had carted away most of their catch. Then they threw open their lockers. There, stacked like cordwood, were the carcasses of thousands upon thousands of game fish: yellowfin tuna, wahoo, sailfish and blue marlin...
George Wells Beadle, 57, head of the biology division at Caltech, was all set to spend his life on the family farm in Wahoo, Neb. when he got a crush on his pretty high school science teacher. Neither Beadle nor science ever quite got over it. The farm boy went to college and became a geneticist. With skill, patience and insatiable curiosity he helped to transform his narrow, abstruse specialty into a vital branch of science. Moving on from the classic fruit-fly experiments which had extended the study of heredity, Beadle began to investigate the intricate internal chemistry...