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...other day I thought I was going to say goodbye to this world. I was hanging up some clothes to dry...I had dropped a few clothespins, and was picking them up, when suddenly I could not catch my breath, and a sharp pain seized me over my chest. I tried hard to stand up, but I couldn't. I sat on the ground and waited. It was strong, the pain; and there was no one to tell about it. I felt as though someone had lassoed me and was pulling the rope tighter and tighter. Well, here...
...coronary bypass is unquestionably the most frequently performed piece of radical major surgery in the U.S. Some 25,000 times a year, doctors open the chest of a heart-disease victim to implant a piece of one of the patient's own veins or arteries to carry blood around an obstruction in the coronary artery that feeds the heart muscle. But is the bypass operation always necessary? Not according to Dr. Henry Russek, a professor of cardiology at New York Medical College. At a conference on cardiology at the Texas Heart Institute in Houston last week, Russek claimed that...
Last year's Grammy for Best Comedy Record went to George Carlin, 36, who began as a straight-suited standup. Now sporting chest-length locks and painted undershirts, Carlin tells low-key tales of his kidhood on the fringes of Harlem: "You put five white guys and five black guys together and after a month . . . what you'll see is redheaded guys named Duffy sayin' 'What's happenin', baby?' " Carlin also deals heavily in various bodily functions. In one routine called "Filthy Words," he blithely reels off the rapidly dwindling list of banned...
...caught trying to walk off with this safe," he said sheepishly while wiping the sweat from his huge chest and arms...
...crowd was gathered here, an animated crowd already for into the afternoon's cocktails. Five men sat shoulder-to-shoulder on a wooden bench, each either laughing or grinning in a euphoric state of intoxication. In the center, towering above all with his broad square shoulders and stout chest was Don Julio, the policeman of the village. The word "Don," a vestige of Spanish gentility, perfectly fitted the pride that glowed in his roughly handsome, mustachioed face as he talked in a rush of Spanish I could scarcely make out. His green uniform and the epaulets on his shoulders indicated...