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...last reported that Jasper is dead, a number of astonishing and preposterously pat character changes have taken place. A Greek restaurateur, sexually disturbed because his fat wife is not Jean Harlow, has begun to look upon her with fond normalcy. Jasper's half-illiterate old man, a skirt chaser and Homeric hell raiser in his bachelorhood, experiences a blinding illumination and begins to sound as if he had attended one of Author Warren's courses at Yale. Isaac himself realizes that he is damned to well-paid corruption among the sunless sinners of the communications industry; he never...
...soft-spoken young man, Knudsen had the single-minded drive of a piston. He worked in auto plants in summer, went to Dartmouth, then to M.I.T. ('36) for his degree in engineering. After several years at other companies, he arrived at Pontiac, as a menial "tool chaser." He tried everything, just so it added another bit of experience: defense plant chief inspector, car-assem bly superintendent, assistant master mechanic, boss of a new "process develop-ment" section searching to make prod- ucts more efficiently. Says Knudsen: "As long as you're interested enough to take any job that...
...Steeple Chaser. In Taunton, England, after John Tempeman scaled a 180-ft. church spire, police who removed him found that he was so drunk he could not stand up without help...
Chuck Connors (6 ft. 5½ in., 215 lbs., 45-34½-41), the big news on a fast-coming "family western" called The Rifleman, is a smiling Irish plow chaser who carries the biggest weapon seen so far on the small screen: a full-length .44-.40 1892 Winchester carbine, which he twirls like a pistol. Fortunately, the man is so shad-bellied tall that he can spin the barrel under his arm without scraping his armpit. Raised in Brooklyn, Chuck spent six years in minor-league ball, wound up with the Los Angeles Angels in 1952 (batted...
...Actor Brynner keeps poking about unpleasantly with his riding crop, less and less like a Red Army officer and more and more like a Freudian interpretation of Ivan Skavinsky Skivar. Back in town, the major-hero toasts the heroine in vodka, then chews up the glass as a chaser, superbly indifferent to the blood that dribbles down his chin. Ekh, Tovarish! What does a man care for such scratches when his heart is bleeding-and not only from the wounds of love. The major's heart is bleeding for all those dead Hungarians: "I know my men. They love...