Word: squinting
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Scout, Squint, Study. Handsome Halfback Gifford was accustomed to such motion-picture heroics, being, in the first place, an occasional motion-picture bit-player and stunt man (Saturday's Hero, The All-American, etc.). He rehearsed for last week's game just as if for a movie. All week long Gifford and his teammates studied movies of the Eagles in action to learn their weaknesses and strengths...
...left hand as if he were conferring a blessing on the spectators. His blue eyes narrow, he inches his left foot back toward the center of the circle like a burglar feeling his way down off a porch roof in the dark. Suddenly he ducks low. His eyes squint almost shut, and with a furious burst of energy he scrapes his whole body in a whirling drive across the circle. The shot seems to explode from his hand to the sound of a monumental grunt. Fully three-quarters of Parry's body winds up leaning across the boundary...
...around long enough to get to know him swear by Adams. Says Alice Smith, a former secretary on his White House staff: "The work he does! A few times people in Washington asked me where I worked, and when I told them they would look at me with a squint and say, 'Oh, you work for him?' And I would say, 'Yes, I do, and he's the finest boss in Washington...
...poor Czech goldsmith, Kokoschka once made a living decorating fans. He has spent the major part of his life in opposition to the painstaking and delicacy required for goldsmithing and fan-painting; to him emotion is all. Kokoschka early learned to squint at the world through thick, hot lenses of feeling and to say what he saw in fat, turbulent strokes of brilliant color. Hitler called him the most degenerate painter; the free world found him an apostle of artistic freedom. No modern artist except Picasso (whom he affects to despise) has staged more lavishly dramatic impromptus on canvas. Kokoschka...
...Long Ball. There is little danger of Mike's collapsing. He has the crowd-proof calm of a winner. Once he is on the tee, his green eyes settle into a squint, his rugged shoulders swivel through a couple of practice swings; then he steps up to belt the ball a country mile. Lately he has been trying so hard to substitute control for power that his drives sometimes roll out to a mere 300 yards. A perfectionist with his irons, Mike is one of those rare types, a long-ball hitter who can also handle approaches and putts...