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...blond southpaw, one of the most effective left-handers in the East, will be a rough opponent. Rihty Jack Donelan will start for the Crimson tomorrow...
...Walad! Walad! [It's a boy]," cried one of the palace physicians in triumph. King Farouk, who had sat sleepless all night in the next room, entered his wife's bedchamber with tears in his eyes, took his blond newborn son in his arms and kissed him. "Thanks, Pasha," the King told Obstetrician Ibrahim Magdi Bey, his words automatically bestowing a title on the lucky doctor. Then, reverently, he kissed his 18-year-old Queen Narriman on the brow and left the room...
...Whitefish that Andy met a blond Dartmouth skier, Dave Lawrence, 1949 U.S. giant slalom champion. They met the way skiers often do-suddenly. Dave took a header at Andy's feet, looked angrily up to see her regarding him with what he was sure was a "scornful expression." For her part, Andy didn't like the way Dave looked at her. Two weeks later they sat opposite each other at dinner, and Dave "kept looking at me in an accusing way and wiggling his eyebrows. It was absolutely infuriating." Being international skiers, they kept on meeting, and looking...
Madame Murashkina proved to be a grandmother and an engineer, a pale, thin woman of 47 with drawn-back grey hair, austerely dressed in a rough tweed suit, shapeless black hat, flat-heeled shoes and rayon stockings. With her was a smart blond translator, a huge Russian MVD guard, and two solemn Tass reporters. Everybody was at the station to meet her except Mrs. Weston. The mayor said his wife had a cold, but gossips called it a diplomatic illness. Next day, to give gossips the lie, Mayoress Weston put on her hat, went to see Murashkina at her flat...
...stocky man with blond hair walked slowly around the deserted dirt race track, assessing its surface with an expert eye, calculating the bank of its curves. He made a mental note of every hole and soft spot, the oil slicks, the mud clods that could jar a hot rubber tire whirling along at more than 100 m.p.h. Melvin E. ("Tony") Bettenhausen, the year's hottest U.S. driver, and possibly the best since Ralph de Palma, 35 years ago, was planning how to drive a race...