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Matching the Met in size as well as quality is Adler's prime ambition. He approaches the job with enough cheek to propose himself as a cover boy to magazine editors, enough musicality to remain an undisputed favorite among singers, enough energy to stay at the opera house 18 hours a day during the season and turn his vacations into 48-hour jokes...
Three hours later, on the other side of the East-West barrier, a West German couple enjoying an afternoon walk came upon a little boy curled up in the grass sound asleep. His face was dirt-smudged, he had lost one shoe, there was a scratch on his cheek-but otherwise he seemed all right. The youngest East German refugee evidently had crossed the Iron Curtain with the ease of Br'er Rabbit skipping through the briar patch, somehow missing the mines and the gaze of the Grepos. When he woke up, he could only say: "Ich heisse Peter...
Trend spotters among TIME readers will recognize the increasing frequency of such stories, from the one about the too-thin walls of modern apartment houses to the spreading habit of the unaffectionate cocktailparty cheek-kiss. Such stories originate not in an event but in a discovery-a correspondent, a writer or an editor has an impression, based on his own experience, that an old tradition is no longer honored or that a new mannerism is in vogue. It is easy to confirm (or sometimes to knock down) his hunch by checking with our correspondents in all parts of the country...
...there was one slip 'twixt the Lip and his cuppa. In the fourth round, his left eye nearly closed, blood dribbling down his cheek, Cooper lurched around the ring-swinging blindly, charging his tormentor like a maddened bull. Clay was the contemptuous matador-casually eluding Cooper's rushes, sticking his chin out, daring Cooper to hit him. Then it happened. "Clay is down!" screamed the BBC announcer. "Cooper has downed him! Oh, a beautiful punch there!" The "beautiful punch" was a sucker left hook; its chances of landing must have been 1,000 to 1. But land...
...between the long sigh of the school year and the heady inhalation of the summer, we are shocked with the rude fact of the world about us: moving books and bricks is brutal labor; traveling is vouchsafed us or forbidden; the world beckons with one hand and slaps our cheek with the other. Tremble not: the surreal veil of summer job, summer school, and summer love will soon fall around us and keep us safe until the fall...