Word: winded
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...HEMISPHERE), but amid countless phone calls to advisers in Washington, Johnson met with top New York Democrats to talk about the coming campaign, lunched with the New York Times editorial board, and when he emerged, gave his Secret Service escort fits by bustling hatless and coatless in the wind and rain across 43rd Street to shake hands with well-wishers behind police barricades. "What are you trying to do," demanded one concerned woman as Johnson approached, "scare everybody?" Johnson responded with a hearty "Hi, honey," and grasped her arm. Later he met with the New York President's Club...
Thus Bear Bryant will probably wind up with more spending money than Wally Butts, who also sued the Post. An Atlanta federal jury awarded Butts $3,060,000, but last month the trial judge held the sum "grossly excessive" and reduced it to $460,000, which Butts accepted. Even so, Butts will keep only a small portion of his award: $60,000 in tax-free compensatory damages and, after income tax deductions, only about $76,000 of the $400,000 in punitive damages levied against the Post...
...lulled by Beethoven's Second Symphony, the audience was suddenly jolted by the whapping of wood blocks and the toneless horn-blowing of Yannis Xenakis' Pithoprakta. The Greek composer's work was so radical that this first U.S. performance sounded something like skeletons dancing in a wind tunnel. The audience found Bernstein's comments condescending. "A lot of mathematical formulas which I cannot follow," he said of the composition...
...timid competitors, who hugged the surface, using their legs as shock absorbers, Zimmermann boldly catapulted over the bumps with great, bounding leaps of 45 ft. or more. Crouching low, he plunged headlong down an almost vertical precipice; his speed shot up to 60 m.p.h., his skis chattered, and the wind whistled through the ear holes in his crash helmet. Finally Zimmermann was in the homestretch, zipping through the Velodrome, a 400-yd. series of banked interconnecting turns, and on down the last, steep traverse, caroming off a final bump-and flying across the finish line in midair. Time...
Straight Up. To work off excess poundage, Duffy ordered regular doses of roadwork, weight lifting (25 squats with 250 Ibs.), wind sprints and calisthenics. To improve Thomas' coordination, he suggested ballet lessons, and John even wangled a scholarship to the Boston Conservatory of Music. In practice sessions, Duffy heckled Thomas unmercifully. "Come on, you're going to work, work, really work," he bellowed. "You've got that bar too low. Put it up to six-nine. You've got to go up straight, John, up straight. Don't let your leg stay up there...