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...many varsity sports did Milwaukee Buck guard Quinn Bucker play ay Indiana during his freshman year? (Hint: Same as the number of classes he attended all year...
Paul Lyet (pronounced lee-ay) is a plain-spoken fellow, but when he talks to the troops about tomorrow's opportunities he takes on the fervor, if not the glamour, of George C. Scott playing Patton. Sperry expects the 1980s to be an era of tremendous growth, nourished by technology just beginning to emerge from the labs. In five years, computers will be at least twice as fast and capacious as they are today; new airline navigation projects will make travel much safer. Most important, says Lyet, there is large opportunity, fed by need, for U.S. companies to expand...
Northeastern is flexible. Ay, there's the rub. With the kind of versatility the Huskie runners show, it's anybody's guess where these people are going to pop up on Saturday. There's Mark Lech, the All-American runner who placed fourth in a middle-distance event in last year's Nationals. Lech can run well in any middle distance event and usually has--especially in the half-mile and the 600 yard run. Then there's the distance team of Flora-Bickford-Flora, which has been busy quashing Crimson hopes for a first place victory in the GBCs...
Something is wrong. First the Mets traded Tommie Agee, the man with the most quadrophonic name in organized baseball. People used to come from miles away to listen to the 12-year old squirts who formed the core of the Mets' support bellow: "Ay! Gee! Ay! Gee!" The Mets traded him because he was supposed to be a troublemaker. He and his roommate, Cleon Jones, were supposed to be fomenting revolution. This is the sort of analysis you expect from Eric Sevareid. Sure enough, Mrs. Joan Payson, who owns the Mets, turned out to be a big contributor...
NORMAN MAILER has stopped off in Hollywood once more. That this notorious literary moth would fail to return and singe his wings on the spotlights was unthinkable. A man whose nerves are so attuned, ay, unsheathed of any protective tissue, to the vibrations of sex and power must have found it difficult to have stayed away for so long. The last time he left quietly, his reputation on the decrescendo, his powers drained after grappling with his third novel, he dragged his speeded out carcass back to Brooklyn, the first act of his life as a serious artist a closed...