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...fallen on Charles (Mrs. Rogers' son by a former marriage). Husband and wife dashed out to the yard where Charles Trotter, 16, had blocked the front wheels and jacked up the rear of their 1954 Ford Ranch Wagon to work on the universal joints. The bumper jack had slipped, and Charles's right leg was pinned between the car body and the driveshaft...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Medicine: Muscular Mother | 5/9/1960 | See Source »

Manlike, Maxwell Rogers knew that nobody could raise the car by hand, so he started to fiddle with the jack. Womanlike, Florence Rogers, 39, a 5-ft. 7-in. woman of 123 lbs., went right ahead. She grabbed the rear bumper in the middle. She kept her legs straight and simply heaved with her arm and trunk muscles. The car rose enough for Charles to scramble out, with only minor bruises...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Medicine: Muscular Mother | 5/9/1960 | See Source »

...CROP OUTLOOK is for bumper harvest that may set new record, Department of Agriculture forecasts. Wheat ard corn surpluses will grow bigger as farmers schedule 337 million acres for planting, fewer than 1,000,000 below last year...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Time Clock, Mar. 28, 1960 | 3/28/1960 | See Source »

After taking 60 driving lessons, West Germany's Bundestag Vice President Carlo Schmid, 63, soloed through the streets of Bonn in a Mercedes-Benz 220. His adventure ended when he mistook his foot throttle for the brake, piled into the Alt Heidelberg beer hall with his front bumper nosed squarely up to the bar, stepped out with minor bruises. The dust had no sooner settled than the air was filled with political gags. Quipped Bonn's Mayor Wilhelm Daniels, an Adenauer supporter: "I know that Carlo Schmid does not particularly like Bonn, but this is no reason...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: People, Feb. 29, 1960 | 2/29/1960 | See Source »

Along the eight-lane highways that stretch forth like tentacles from San Francisco, it was the time of day that tries men's carburetors: the evening rush hour. Everyone wanted to get home at once. Trapped in a snarling, bumper-to-bumper tie-up, Salesman Bink Beckmann reacted with unusual calm; he had a unique way of keeping his blood pressure down. On a tiny slip of paper he scrawled, "Hold dinner; traffic tie-up"; then he reached behind him into a cage, seconds later sent a homing pigeon fluttering out of the car window. A pigeon fancier, Beckmann...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: MODERN LIVING: Those Rush-Hour Blues | 1/18/1960 | See Source »

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