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...insult thousands of highly trained, intelligent Air Force ground crewmen who maintain our B-52s when you suggest that Cassius Clay [Feb. 25] could learn such a skilled job. The only thing he might be able to do is blow up a tire if the air compressor broke down...
...certainly knows how to fight. For all his fistic prowess, however, Muhammad Ali, né Cassius Clay, has twice been TKO'd by U.S. Army intelligence tests. Last week the Army pulled him off the floor. In line with recently lowered standards for draftees, Louisville Selective Service Board 47 announced that the heavyweight-boxing champ and other candidates previously classified 1-Y are now eligible for military service and likely candidates for the March call-up. Said Board Chairman J. Allen Sherman: "Clay's 24 years old and single, so that puts him right up there...
...remember one problem," winced the Greatest. "There are twelve bushels of apples. They cost $10 each. You buy them, but before you do, you take a third of the apples out of each bushel. How much do you pay for the apples?" That one floored Heavyweight Cassius Clay, 23, and after he'd taken the count on two Army aptitude tests, the U.S. declared that the champion just wasn't bright enough to fight. Now Colonel Everette Stephenson, director of Selective Service in Kentucky, will "more than likely" summon Clay for another round of brain crushers. Meantime...
...Cassius Clay? Not this time. California's Governor Pat Brown, 60, was sicking his doggerel on New York's Nelson Rockefeller, 57, betting him "one box of assorted fresh California fruit" that the San Diego Chargers would whip the Bills for the American Football League championship. Nelson, stout feller, staked a crate of New York State apples on it, and after some musing wrote Brown...
...fighter of the year," voted the Boxing Writers' Association. Of course. That's just what Cassius Clay, 23, had been telling the Chicago cops that very afternoon. "I'm the champ!" snarled the Lip when a couple of plainclothesmen stopped the 1962 Cadillac in which he was being chauffeured around the South Side. The car didn't have any license plates, and it was cruising slowly through a high-theft district-which attracted the cops' attention. Cassius-Muhammed Ali thought it was a clear case of lèse majesté, pointing to his Black...