Word: crouching
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...help that Bush's main enforcers on the Hill are themselves in a defensive crouch. Cheney could find himself a witness in a criminal trial, House majority leader Tom DeLay had to step down to fight indictments for money laundering, and Senate majority leader Bill Frist is under investigation for possible insider trading. The party's ambitious comers are not running as Bush's allies and heirs, and the 2006 campaign promises to be an epic battle. G.O.P. pollster Bill McInturff says the percentage of people who define themselves as "very interested" in the 2006 elections is already...
...them was enough to startle the staid world of baseball and set Veeck's fellow owners fuming. As owner of the St. Louis Browns, Veeck (as in wreck) hired 3-ft. 7-in. Eddie Gaedel and trained him to crouch low so his strike zone was approximately 1 ½ in. Wearing uniform No. 1/8, Gaedel emerged from a giant birthday cake between games of a doubleheader against the Detroit Tigers on Aug. 19, 1951, and stepped up to lead off for the Browns in the second game. As expected, Gaedel walked on four pitches and retired from baseball. Next...
...rarely spoke. That's because I am a stutterer--even now, after a long career as an actor. I understand there are some wonderful techniques used today to solve a problem like mine, but in my day I just had Professor Crouch. Donald Crouch was a professor who had known Robert Frost and had taught at some of the same Midwestern universities. He retired to this small community in Brethren, Mich., where my high school was--and he couldn't stand it. So he dropped his plow--he was a farmer--and came down to our little agricultural high school...
Professor Crouch discovered I was writing poetry on the sly. One day he read one of my poems and said, "Jim, this poem is too good for you to have written. So to prove you wrote it, get up in front of the class and say it by heart, out loud." And I did. I wanted to prove that I wasn't a plagiarist...
...poem was called "Ode to Grapefruit." It no longer exists, even in my memory. But I do remember that the last line was written in the cadence of Hiawatha, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: "and-my-bel-ly-full-of-grape-fruit." I don't know whether Professor Crouch did it as a trick, but he got me to talk. He had a conviction that if you like words, you should be able to say them out loud. Reading my poems out loud helped me to speak and to deal with my stutter...