Word: bigs
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...most part, the Communists have been avoiding big-unit encounters, a fact that U.S. commanders, wary though they should now be of optimistic evaluations, translate into the belief that the war is going in the allies' favor. The middle part of the country, II Corps, is quiet. Communist forces have either gone into hiding, drifted further south or slipped across the Cambodian and Laotian borders. Except for a massive, six-battalion attempt by the South Vietnamese last week in Chau Doc province to take a vital Viet Cong stronghold, the fertile and populous Delta area of IV Corps...
This is a story that every art collector, big and little, dreams of. At the flea market in Paris, a West German businessman buys a painting of two sunbathing nudes for $40. The picture is grimy, so he scrubs it with a strong solvent. Behold, a blue shimmer of paint appears below the surface, and a professional restorer uncovers a remarkable signature-"Claude Monet, 1877." Now fully restored, the canvas appears to be one of Monet's largest impressionistic versions of Paris' Gare St. Lazare. But how did Monet ever get covered over? Easy: it was the vogue...
...another score with a 26-yd. toss to Sophomore End Pete Varney. Yale's Dowling got that one back with a 5-yd. run, but now the momentum belonged to Harvard as the Crimson defense stiffened, forcing five Yale fumbles in the second half. The big problem was the clock. With less than 2 min. left and the score Yale 29, Harvard 13, Champi went to work. From his own 14, he marched the Crimson 86 yds. in nine plays, hitting Freeman with a 15-yd. bullet that made it 29-21. Time left...
...scored another smash success last season in the title role of Atlanta's production of MacBird. His is a deft caricature of Lester Maddox as a bland, eupeptic nincompoop given to chats with God. Dressed in blue knee pants and jacket, a Buster Brown collar and a big red tie, Garner prances blithely across the stage, wagging his head, whistling his sibilants, letting his tongue loll inanely between parted lips. The portrayal produces whoops of delighted recognition from audiences, who know the original all too well...
Jackpot. Such rowdy Big Top atmosphere is new to Las Vegas, where the winning casino formula has been to pack in the crowds with the lure of big-name entertainers, then leave the customers with nothing else to tempt them but gambling. Jay Sarno, 47, who two years ago opened the garish, pseudo-Roman Caesar's Palace, is trying a new approach. As principal stockholder of Circus Circus, he is counting on the casino's being so different that everybody who visits Las Vegas will have to stop in once out of plain curiosity. And if the carnival...