Word: bootlegs
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Last year, Harvard's bread-and-butter play was the power sweep series. The Crimson used it almost incessantly, and ran the halfback option, the pitchout and the bootleg from it as well. BU stopped the sweep this year. Cornell stopped it. If Dartmouth stops it, and if Harvard refuses to try the deep pass or the swing pass to end Pete Varney, it will not get four touchdowns...
Boston University guarded the outside cornets well last week, depriving Harvard of its stock power sweep. The Crimson depends on the sweep for its bootleg and halfback option plays and if its effectiveness is limited it often has trouble switching its attack to focus on the resulting defensive weakness that arises from the special coverage...
...GAMBLING is far and away the Mob's biggest illicit income producer, more than taking the place that bootleg liquor held during Prohibition. No one can more than guess how much money is bet illegally in the U.S. each year, but a conservative estimate is that about $20 billion is put down on horse racing, lotteries and sports events. Perhaps a third is pure profit for LCN and its affiliates...
...show does better than the gags. There's a hint of elegant symmetry to the plot which brings Hatchet Ma Marion and her splendidly repressed son to Bootleg, U.S.A., a last outpost of boisterous prohibition violation. After Rock, the pink-spatzed hoodlum who runs the town, has dropped 45 jokes about his daughter Belle's drunkenness, the 46th ought to be an embarassment, but such is the momentum that...
...comfortable on a stage, engaging and convincing as he puts across the show's only ballad. Randy Parry (Belle Bottom) develops the indifferent drunken daughter's part well, but is overshadowed by the sensational obscene clowning of Ed Strong and Randy Guffey as the secretarial pool, which Rock lends Bootleg's mayor in anticipation of future favors. Smaller parts are handled with uniform wit and energy, though Bill Kiely rates a plate of cold spaghetti for his tepid attempts at an Italian accent...