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Word: wente (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1960-1969
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...next stop was the Bick. I ordered their $1.50 steak for protein, and turned down the guy's offer of french fries and a roll three times. I sat down with my steak and surveyed the list of entrants in the Marathon, printed in the newspaper. I went through all 1100 of the runners without finding my name. Trouble. I started through again, and finally, there I was, number 527. Now I was psyched...

Author: By Bennett H. Beach, | Title: Jock, Beef Stew, and the Boston Marathon | 4/18/1969 | See Source »

Jock Semple was flaming around as he had been at the Pru earlier. Like any outspoken man, Jock has his share of enemies. At a recent road race an official was heard to say: "Where's Semple? I hope he went home, but I doubt...

Author: By Bennett H. Beach, | Title: Jock, Beef Stew, and the Boston Marathon | 4/18/1969 | See Source »

...COURSE is downhill for 300 yards, and after the first quarter mile, I had a stitch, rare for me. Panic. I thought I was really losing big and wondered what the next 25 miles might bring. Soon, the stitch went away...

Author: By Bennett H. Beach, | Title: Jock, Beef Stew, and the Boston Marathon | 4/18/1969 | See Source »

Having started in the rear, I got many chances to pass people and found it quite a thrill in front of the audience, especially after all my training alone. I'd seen someone a bit ahead and notice myself speeding up until I went by him. It became a game. People along the route, some of them, seemed to be playing their own little game: fool the runners. They were a minority and meant well I think, but gave incorrect information on the distance we have covered. Somewhere out there I was sure I had done 15 miles and asked...

Author: By Bennett H. Beach, | Title: Jock, Beef Stew, and the Boston Marathon | 4/18/1969 | See Source »

...yards, still the noise. I had run for hours and only a handful of seconds were left. It ended. Some official put a horse blanket over me and walked me to the Pru escalator and asked me if I was all right. I gave him the reassuring nod and went up the escalator. More people clapping at the top, and I even smiled. They were nice people; why can't everyone be like that...

Author: By Bennett H. Beach, | Title: Jock, Beef Stew, and the Boston Marathon | 4/18/1969 | See Source »

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