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...Triennale, whose theme is leisure, the emphasis is on the lighthearted Yet the stocky curves of Finnish target rifles or rowboats, the unbulky, trim-below-the-hips power of an Italian Gilera 250-cc. motorcycle, or the sweep of Italian wicker rocking chairs show amply that much art is not made to hang on walls...
...home town of Allahabad, sifted through hundreds of pictures of his hero, finally drew his inspiration from Boris Chaliapin's TIME cover (Dec. 14, 1959). Having first sketched an outline, Hingorani pricked a finger of his left hand and dipped his brush. After drawing out 30 cc. of his own blood, he decided that this method was too slow, went to his local blood bank, which obligingly drew off another 20 cc. of his blood. It was enough to finish the job, though he decided not to sap his strength further by adding Chaliapin's background dragon...
Finally "Black Sunday" ended and the pros took over. Factory teams from as many as six nations were entered in the Lightweight (up to 250 cc. engine displacement) and Junior (350 cc.) classes, but all eyes were on the light, whippet-fast bikes from Japan that had been sweeping "baby" races all over the world. The Japanese alone fielded three teams, each with its own uniforms (orange for Honda, blue for Suzuki, grey for Yamaha), its own smartly drilled pit crew, its own stable of daredevil riders. Honda's Jim Redman, 31, a Southern Rhodesian, stole the show...
...Mike Hailwood, 23, waited patiently while mechanics fiddled with the throttle of his scarlet, Italian-made M.V. Augusta, revving the engine to warm up heavy racing oil. "May the best man win," boomed a loudspeaker, and the starting gun fired. Legs pumping furiously, Hailwood pushed the big 500-cc. bike across the starting line. The engine caught, and he hopped aboard side saddle, gunning his throttle in the same motion. By the time he heaved a leg over the saddle and slipped into position, he was already 100 yds. down the straightaway, topping 70 m.p.h...
They studied the report again and prepared their own fraction-125 cc. from eight pints of blood. Fred got 35 such doses, but at first even those seemed futile. "The boy kept bleeding and bleeding," said one of his doctors. Remembering how close Fred had been to his father, the doctor decided that his patient might actually be harboring a death wish. "Bleeding can be tied in with the emotions," says the doctor. And how else to explain why someone who understood his condition as well as Fred did would spend his time in the hospital picking at his nose...