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Though Sandburg's "hog butcher for the world'' is no more (many of the slaughterhouses have moved out), Chicago remains a mercantile and industrial center for the nation. Its wholesale and retail trade runs better than $33 billion a year. The city handles more freight cars daily-26,000-than New York and St. Louis combined, boasts terminals for 20 rail lines. Its motor arteries are clogged by 800,000 truck trips daily. Its McCormick Place is the nation's biggest convention hall, plays host to organizations that spend more than $200 million a year...
...going nowhere," says a longtime Coffee Springs resident. "There's nowhere we want to go." Similarly, the Missouri-Kansas-Texas Railroad drastically curtailed service to New Ulm, Texas. The town, which once had 800 residents, now has only 350. Says George Miete, owner of a butcher shop: "Doctor died in 1950, haven't been able to get a replacement. Barber died three years ago. Can't get a new one to come...
...Free Meat. Worried about the peasants' sparse diet, Cantinflas recently opened a butcher shop to which he donates free meat. "When I heard that the campesinos of the region and my own workers eat meat maybe once a year, I decided to have this service at the ranch...
After only 5½ minutes, with a fourth down on the Wisconsin 13, U.S.C. Coach John McKay sprang a clever trap on the Badgers, who were playing a man-to-man pass defense. Trojan Tackle Ron Butcher came scurrying on field with a rarely used play. "IG84-weak tackle look," Quarterback Beathard muttered in the huddle. The Trojans lined up over the ball-and, way out on the right wing, a U.S.C. back casually stepped up into the line. At the same instant. Left End Bedsole took a step backward, thereby making Tackle Butcher a legal pass receiver-for that...
...immigrant Italian butcher, Lombardi started out studying for the Roman Catholic priesthood. "But the Greek got him," says his father, and then there was football. He was an all-star fullback at Brooklyn's St. Francis Prep, went to Fordham University, where he switched to guard and quickly earned a reputation as a short-fused scrapper whose violent charge made him seem twice as big. "Vince never got above 182," recalls a Fordham teammate. "But when he hit you, it felt like 250." One day a brawny assistant coach caught Vince napping with a blind-side block that knocked...