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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...good result of polio's big ill wind was a rush for vaccinations. Ironically, one of the places that needed a scare to get the needles flashing again was Pittsburgh, where Dr. Jonas E. Salk developed the vaccine. Thanks largely to a Pittsburgh Press drive, more than 150,000 shots have been given in a month in community clinics, at an average charge of 75^?. In some areas vaccine supplies were exhausted for a while but soon replaced. So far the problem was only distribution, not a national shortage...
...much acclaim that he floated on an air of supreme self-confidence, certain that things would be fine-so long as he won. Once, when the student paper at his alma mater, North Carolina, took him to task for "playing to win and win alone," Big Jim Tatum replied: "Winning isn't the most important thing-it's the only thing...
...ties), soon went on to help the Navy with its Iowa Pre-Flight team. There, along with Bud Wilkinson, Tatum learned the secrets of the split-T offense from Head Coach Don Faurot, who had dreamed up the system at the University of Missouri. After the war, the big man with the bull-bellow voice lost no time building a football winner and a 'Gator Bowl victory at the University of Oklahoma. He was big time and growing bigger. When the University of Maryland offered him a free hand to set up a football machine in 1947, Tatum accepted...
...past. Captain Kangaroo has cost CBS more than $1,500,000 a year; but the wigged, whiskered, grandfatherly old party with his big, pouchy pockets and perky hats is far and away the best in the often over-cute field of children's TV. His real name is Bob Keeshan, and his secret is that he talks softly to the kids, tells them what makes the world tick, with the same fizzless, unexcited manner that NBC's Dave Garroway uses on their parents. (In the same time slot. Kangaroo consistently matches or beats Garroway in the Nielsen ratings...
...Francisco's Tenderloin and just a wiggle away from the city's sleaziest strip joints, slumps a scabrous nightclub called the Black Hawk. Its dim doorway belches noise and stale cigarette smoke. Against one wall lies a long, dank bar minus bar stools; a bandstand, just big enough for an underfed quintet, is crammed on the other side; stained, plastic-topped tables and rachitic chairs crowd the floor. The capacity, when everyone is inhaling, comes close to 200, and strangely, the crowd is always close to capacity. This week the Black Hawk is edging into its tenth year...