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...proud of Arkansas I could bust! Spending a week there prior to the election, I talked with some of my home state's nonurban residents about voting for Rockefeller. Knowing the mountain people's lukewarm attitude toward "furriners," and rich 'uns to boot, I was anything but confident of his chances. I could only hope that my wonderful Arkansawyers would realize what a dedicated and resourceful man they had going for them...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Letters: Dec. 16, 1966 | 12/16/1966 | See Source »

...demonic will to win. So is West Germany, and in the final game of the tournament the two put on an awesome display of pedal operatics. They leap like gin-crazed kangaroos, block like Green Bay Packers, swing their heads like sledge hammers, flip like tumblers and boot the ball 30 yards upfield while standing on their heads in midair. Amazing that at the end of the game, which England wins (4-2) in overtime, the players all look as fresh as when they trotted on the field. The spectator feels like a boiled sweat sock...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Cinema: Men in Movement | 12/16/1966 | See Source »

Henley padded the led on a nine-yard rollout early in the final quarter. The barefoot boot was wide...

Author: By Joel R. Kramer, | Title: Freshmen Topple Yale in Football, Soccer | 11/19/1966 | See Source »

Foreigners again had the last neigh. Russia's Aniline took the lead at the start, held it all the way around the final turn-with Assagai straining in second place. Then, with only Me mile to go, Jockey Jean DeForge booted France's Behistoun into the lead and drew out to beat Aniline by 2¼ lengths. Behistoun was a longshot (at 16-1) and a Gaullist to boot, but that didn't mean a thing among cousins...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Horse Racing: All in the Family | 11/18/1966 | See Source »

...pulled back to get it loose, my helmet cracked hard against the rock ceiling. Now both my arms were stretched straight in front of me, my legs straight back. The only way to get moving again in that tight space was to push myself with my boot toes, lifting myself off the ground with my elbows, gaining an inch or two each time. It was 50 feet that way. And most of the cave was still to come...

Author: By George R. Merriam, | Title: Where Have The Explorers Gone? Today's Adventurer Craves A Cave | 11/3/1966 | See Source »

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