Word: winded
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Later, an icy wind swirled dust into a branding pen. Students rassled struggling calves to the ground, shoved a tube with a medical pellet down their throats, rammed a needle into their shoulders to vaccinate against blackleg and hemorrhagic septicemia, slashed their ears with the ranch identifying mark, burned a brand into their hips. Male calves were castrated, their testes dumped into a bucket to be served, fried in fat, as a dinner treat. Two ways to castrate male lambs had already been demonstrated: by knife, and by cowboy's teeth. Instructor Ernie Anderson, wearing blood-spattered Levi...
...individual." He is that all right. He is the grinning practical joker who passes around a perfume vial labeled "Apple Blossom," which actually is a stink bomb. He is the "Dominican Dandy" who dresses all in blue and cream. He is the mild hypochondriac who changes doctors with the wind and claims that he can't sleep properly in San Francisco because of "something in the air." He is the grand master of his trade. He is the stay-at-home who plays for hours at a time with his three daughters. And he is the fervent Dominican patriot...
Tempering the Wind...
Bach in the Park. To break up the two-block length and provide a measure of privacy for each activity, the four "rooms" are at different levels. For adults, especially women with baby carriages, the architects provided a peaceful, elevated sitting area, walled in to keep out wind and noise. Next to it they scooped out a sunken 1,000-seat amphitheater; it has already been booked throughout the summer for free concerts and sing-alongs, ballet and amateur talent shows, and will be used this June for local high school graduation exercises...
...such speed, even a gust of wind can spell disaster-as two-time 500 Winner A. J. Foyt discovered last week when his Ford-powered Sheraton-Thompson Coyote was blown into the outer retaining wall at 162 m.p.h. The car was totally demolished, but Foyt was unhurt. Chuck Rodee was not so lucky. Rodee already had gunned his 500-h.p. rear-engine Offenhauser through one practice lap at 159.9 m.p.h.; now he was trying to top that. Drifting through the speedway's No. 1 turn, he was suddenly blinded by a bit of rag or paper that blew into...