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...Symbolic it was that Ninth Vice President Hoffa unceremoniously pushed in ahead of his nominal chief. Dave Beck, his power dwindled, is No. 1 Teamster in title only, and he is scheduled to give up even that title to Hoffa when the union's convention meets in Miami Beach Sept. 30. The real No. 1 is Jimmy Hoffa, and he cockily expects the convention to vote him into Dave Beck's presidential chair...
...professor tells it. he was lolling on the beach at São Sebastião last summer after tidying up a messy inheritance case when suddenly a 60-ft. saucer appeared before him. The disk was about 18 ft. high, and rested on a pawnshop-type landing gear of three balls. Two 6-ft.-tall men got out of the saucer, and Guimaraes tried small talk in English, French. Spanish and Italian, but got no answer. Then the strangers started to transmit on the professor's wave length. "They were communicating with me telepathically," he explains...
Once aboard, the saucermen (blond hair, green eyes, yellowish shoes) took the professor for a rise. When the saucer once vibrated sharply, one of his hosts reassured him telepathically: "Have no fear. We are leaving the atmosphere of your planet." An hour later the saucer landed back on the beach. Guimaraes was politely deposited in a daze, and his new acquaintances whirled away...
After the story leaked out, reporters besieged the high-flying professor, and the Brazilian air force nervously put a fighter cover over the rendezvous beach. With a sigh, Guimaraes last week took to television to get the matter straight once and for all. But he refused to elaborate on his telepathic talk with the saucermen. "It is wiser not to divulge it. The authorities know all the details." Guimaraes' TV lecture left many viewers convinced that he had been in his cups rather than in a saucer. But as the hoots grew louder, friends and colleagues joined ranks around...
Scripps-Howard's wisecracking, globetrotting Fred Sparks, 42, was lolling on a New Jersey beach when his office put through an urgent call: get to Hong Kong and be ready to enter Red China. Sparks normally wears a toupee over thinning hair, but he had just shaved his scalp for a cool vacation, and the toupee had nothing to cling to. So Fire-Horse Sparks rushed off without it, had a hair-curling time persuading Hong Kong immigration officials that he was really the fur-bearing man pictured on his passport. Snorted Sparks last week...