Word: boye
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...through the encrustations of baseball. At 6 ft. 5 in. and 230 lbs., he looks more like a retired tackle than a Wall Street lawyer whose chief passion is gardening. The great-great-grandson of Maryland Governor Robert Bowie, he was raised in Washington, D.C. As a boy he worked inside the Scoreboard at Griffith Stadium, then the home of the Senators, for $1 a day. He played no sports in high school or at Princeton, but his wife Luisa describes him as a "real baseball buff. He can tell you who played the outfield for the St. Louis Browns...
McGill is likely to be remembered as the most famous Southern editor since the Constitution's own Henry Grady pressed for the birth of a "New South" in the 1880s. Yet McGill, a Tennessee-born farm boy who always seemed embarrassed by his worldwide acclaim, preferred to think of himself as a reporter. Once a sportswriter, he later covered Hitler's invasion of Austria, the Nürnberg war-crime trials, 18 national political conventions-and he could also be seen scrambling through smoke-choked buildings on fire stories. Indeed, as the Constitution's editor, and particularly...
...producers promised. TherE they closed it by hiring as host Disney Star Dean Jones (That Darn Cat), and by laying on a premiere as topical as Early Berle, as substantial as tapioca. They struck body blows at Shirley Tern ple movies and George M. Cohan musicals. A chorus boy wore a huge papier-mache Richard Nixon head. Mid-finale, Jones apologized "if we've offended anybody," and the cast broke into This Land Is My Land. The Glen Campbell Goodtime Hour (CBS) is a revival of the summer-substitute show starring Citybilly Singei Campbell (TIME, Jan. 31). Comic...
...northbound train, a train to Cambridge, or even to Boston, was what we longed after. In the delicatessen, in the fire station, among the hoots of the boy scout troops lost on an outing, in the deep sad faces of the traffic cop, we longed for you New England, even for your snow with your different quiet, and different peace, and acceptance of these mysteries of cold and ice. The Long Island Expressway writhes in disbelief--it seems impossible that stupid dumb precipitation, which doesn't know Anybody, has no connections, has never worked its way up, could come between...
...hard green bristles of its promiscuous lap. Mingling and yearning, touching and tonguing the mysteries of their separate tunnels of life, they slowly begin, as the train picks up speed, to give of themselves, and speak of their lives. "Do you go to school," the fair young boy asks the old man with a stubble beard and the bleary eyes. "I go to Harvard." The bleary eyes close and open again. "You go to HARVARD, says the girl with boots from across the aisle. "I go to RADCLIFFE!" "You go to Radcliffe," says the girl next...