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There's this young guy just out of the Army. He's kind of on the bum. Works at a migrant-labor camp in California picking cucumbers. Gets canned for fighting. Finds another job as a motel handyman. Falls for his former boss's girl friend, who is trouble. A little bit psycho; likes to make it on tombstones. She leads him on and talks him into a big job: stealing $50,000 worth of the migrants' payroll. Then comes the doublecross...
...With fond--recollections of the Bruno Sammartino-Shiek title match still titillating their memories, true Harvard sports afficienadoes are trouping to the IAB today for the first round of the intramural boxing tourney. Tuck a six-pack of Bud under your arm, steel yourself with your towniest "Kill de bum!", and join them. Next week, it's roller derby in Providence...
...Greyer World. "I've been working too freakin' hard," says Breslin. "I want to escalate my standard of living." So even though he admits to being "an unlettered bum" who has read nothing murkier than Hemingway and Steinbeck, Mr. Breslin is turning novelist. His first novel isn't quite finished, but MGM has already bought the screen rights for $250,000, plus a cut of the gross. Titled The Gang That Couldn't Shoot Straight, it is about the lighter side of the Mafia. To command those prices, Jimmy's agent must be a Sicilian...
Benny the Bum. Myths endure, but their purveyors do not. Last week, after a century and a half of continuous publication, the Post came to an end. Readership had remained high in recent years, but costs rose higher and advertising revenues went down. Largely because of the Post's problems, the parent Curtis Publishing Co. had lost $62 million since 1961. The Post figured to cut its deficit from $5,000,000 last year to $3,000,000 in 1969, but hopes of regaining advertisers remained dim. The Curtis board of directors, bowing to the inevitable, gathered...
...durable that it seemed death might never come. Oldtime editors rather liked the notion that the magazine was the direct descendant of a publication founded by Benjamin Franklin, even though they knew the claim was flawed.* Irreverently they nicknamed a Franklin bust in the editorial offices "Benny the Bum." Much more real were the roles of Cyrus H. K. Curtis, a self-made promotional genius from Maine, who bought the dying little paper in 1897 ($100 cash, $900 later), and Curtis' editor for 38 years, George Lorimer...