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...band epitomizes today's vogue for the nostalgia trip. Jones and Lewis, in fact, met at a "battle" of the big bands-Count Basie v. Stan Kenton-in a Detroit hotel 15 years ago. Thad was a trumpeter with Basie, Mel the drummer behind Kenton's brassy behemoth. They both might be forgiven any nostalgia they cared to indulge in. Neither of them cares to. They would no more ape Woody Herman or Tommy Dorsey than sit behind monogrammed music stands. Besides, yesterday's big-band era was all about dancing. Today's audience does...
Under Durham's tutelage, Joe had 40 amateur fights and lost only one, to a 300-lb. behemoth named Buster Mathis in the 1964 Olympic trials. When Mathis suffered an injury, Joe went to Tokyo in his stead and won the heavyweight Gold Medal?even though he had to fight through three rounds of his final match with a broken thumb. Returning home penniless and with a heavy cast on his hand, he was unable to work for six months and had to live off his wife's $60-a-week salary as a factory worker. In desperation, he took...
...making a pass at a beautiful colleen (all his women are beautiful but for lips or nostrils that are a trifle too sensuous, a figure a shade too voluptuous) and: "I was just about to propose that we hie ourselves to a tumbledown shack in Athlone when a behemoth the size of Brian Boru, a great loogan with ropes around his corduroys, clumped into the snug." Her fiance, Rory McClobber...
...white shirt, white tie, and white ducks to be united with a tearful grandmother and a white host of the saved. I went to the Esquire Theatre to see Black Velvet, a low budget stag that cost maybe forty fifty dollars in which Julie (Kim Alison) uses her behemoth body, cleverly concealed throughout in layers of underwear and oleo, to buy enough social mobility to climb from a truck stop waitress job to the high dive of the Las Vegas Starlite where Brad her boyfriend is shooting stills of her ample thighs and immense copacabanas. And everyone in the theatre...
...first of the new Schaap books off the presses (published last week) is Jerry Kramer's Farewell to Football, a sort of Son-of-Instant-Replay that brings Kramer fans up to date on the articulate behemoth's final (1968) season, his biography and his future plans. Next (mid-October) will come The Year the Mets Lost Last Place, a 75,000-word treatise put together by Schaap and Newsweek Editor Paul D. Zimmerman in six weeks during July and August. It will be followed by I Can't Wait Until Tomorrow . . . 'Cause I Get Better...