Word: babe
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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GIVING has never been easy-as the Magi, those first Christmas givers, discovered when they arrived with offerings fit for a king only to find a babe lying in a stable. Still, in the early centuries following that birth, giving was relatively simple. It meant giving up, a giving away of one's self or one's worldly goods in imitation of Christ. The matter grew more complex under the Protestant ethic, when gifts were bestowed as a reward or incentive for good behavior. St. Nick was long depicted as a scrawny saint who Carried presents...
...base stealer in exchange for a couple of young infielders? The best pitcher in all of baseball in 1964, for two mediocre power hitters? The man who broke Babe Ruth's home-run record, for a third baseman who couldn't make the grade with the New York Mets? The way the mighty were falling last week in baseball's trades, Mickey Mantle could wind up in Chicago any day now, in exchange for the Cubs' clubhouse...
...early reels, the other teams concentrate ruthlessly on eliminating Brazil, the defending champion, and the only way to do that is to eliminate Pele (pronounced Pehleh), the Babe Ruth of soccer, a man who dribbles as daintily as a woman knits and then with a kick that could fell a rhino drives the ball into the net so fast the eye cannot follow it. Portugal finally does the dirty deed with a ferocious mousetrap: the man in front of Pele kicks his knee at the same instant the man behind him kicks his ankle. He goes down like a speared...
When in London, he puts up with U.S. Ambassador David K. E. Bruce; in Manhattan he lunches at the St. Regis with "Babe" Paley, wife of the CBS board chairman. And when time comes to cruise the Greek isles, he goes shipmate with Gianni and Marella Agnelli, Prince Adolfo Caracciolo and Kay Graham, the peripatetic but serious-minded owner of the Washington Post...
Sometimes The Victors confuses you with details and the seemingly pointless fluttering of some thin characters. But this is only outside the cage. Inside, Sartre and Babe avoid allowing the lines of the play to wander off from each other and the result is a fascinating, lucid view of the tombless dead and the entombed living...