Word: brags
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Call it he-manliness, aggressiveness, brag, or a sense of dignity -the Latin Americans call it macho-but the masculine quality that gives the lands south of the border their individual stamp, for good or evil, is examined in THE HEMISPHERE section...
...honored custom among ballplayers to brag loudest about what they do worst. So a pitcher who manages to beat out an infield roller struts around gloating, "Man! I really put the wood to it that time!" And Leon Wagner of the Los Angeles Angels confides: "I'm one of the best defensive outfielders in the game." At 29, Wagner may not be the game's worst gloveman (unlike Yogi Berra, he has never let a descending fly ball conk him on the head), but the tag of "Butcher" has stuck with him through three ball clubs and five...
...sort of constitutional Camelot. It boasts 130 castles (but no university), pristine forests where wild boar are still hunted, crystalline rivers that teem with crayfish, trout and, of course, water nymphs. The Luxembourgeois, who are walking advertisements for their cuisine (famed specialties: thrush pie and partridge canape), brag that it is "French in quality, German in quantity." In other respects as well, they claim to have Europe's highest living standards. There is neither unemployment nor slums; illiteracy was banished in 1847, and the duchy's booming steel industry is one of the world's most productive...
TIME has sometimes been known to describe how many thousands of words our correspondents filed to us on a given story, and how many books a researcher worked her way through to provide background for a writer. But we never brag about how many words it takes to bring the story to the reader. We would rather be praised for economy...
...said it before, Archie Moore will fall in four, Cassius Marcellus Clay's problem is that nobody wants to take him seriously. Now they may have to. Last week in Los Angeles, the cocky young Kentuckian, known to his friends as the Louisville Lip, made good his brag. Halfway through the fourth round, he knocked out tired old Archie Moore, whose age (either 45 or 48) and 220 fights should have put him in retirement long ago. The victory did something for Clay's prestige as the seventh-ranking heavyweight (Moore, after all, once was a champion...