Word: chins
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Whom would Peking send to the U.N.? Conceivably, Chou himself might want to make the grand entrance. Huang Hua, Peking's Ambassador to Ottawa and one of its foremost American watchers, is a likely candidate for the delegation, but not for its leadership. Urbane, soft-spoken Chang Wen-chin, who heads the Peking Foreign Ministry's department of Western European and U.S. affairs, could be the man. But at week's end the leading possibility seemed to be Vice Minister of Foreign Affairs Chiao Kuan-hua, a onetime journalist who speaks fluent English. Chiao has most recently been in charge...
While preparing to putt during a friendly Acapulco match, Golf Champion Lee Trevino was startled to see an iguana slink onto the green and glare balefully at his golf ball. Trevino gingerly sank a 12-ft. shot from under the lizard's chin, then, since the iguana offered no objections, repeated the performance for local cameramen. The beast departed hurriedly only after Trevino picked it up and dunked it in the pool. When the subject of being Mexican was brought up, Trevino, a Dallas-born Chicano, allowed that he is "making too much money to be Mexican." The poor...
...Veith points out that in many of the conditions for which acupuncture is recommended there is a large emotional factor. Acupuncturists may be practicing a brand of psychosomatic medicine in which the patient's self-hypnosis plays an important part. Dr. Tom Po-chin, a China-trained acupuncturist now living (but not practicing) in San Francisco, says succinctly: "There's nothing miraculous about acupuncture. It's pragmatic medicine, based on thousands of years of application." One certainty is that for many patients, acupuncture helps-somehow...
...feud simmered until 1957, when Genovese decided that Costello had to be executed. According to Valachi, he dispatched Vincente ("The Chin") Gigante, an enormous ex-prizefighter, to do the job. At 11 o'clock on the night of May 2, 1957, Costello arrived by cab at his apartment building on Central Park West. As he strode through the lobby, Gigante said, "This is for you, Frank," and fired one shot as Costello wheeled around. But his aim was way off, and although Costello was covered with blood when he reached Roosevelt Hospital, the bullet had only creased his skull...
...Commencement day, after the handshaking and congratulations, that same chin will have fallen in and begun to take on the connotations of another politician, Richard Nixon-sobering, bedraggled, absorbed in its five o'clock shadow. The sunken eyes will recede a little deeper, but the straight-on gaze that says "Tell me your story" will remain as will the glittering beam of light that comes from some far off edge of the room and has lodged itself in this man's eyes...