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...star halfback at U.C.L.A., longtime (1947-56) first baseman, second baseman, third baseman and outfielder for the Brooklyn Dodgers, and the Negro who first breached the major leagues' color barrier. Since he quit baseball, Robinson has been a vice president in charge of labor relations for Chock Full O'Nuts Corp., an eatery chain and coffee company with a high proportion of Negro employees. Doubling as a Post columnist, Jackie has been chock full o' zeal and sometimes chock full o' nonsense...
Like many another U.S. millionaire, William Black, president of Chock Full O' Nuts Corp., has discovered one of the true pleasures of hard work and good fortune. Last week short, chunky Bill Black gave $5,000,000 to Columbia University toward an 18-story medical-research building. It was the largest gift from a living person ever received by Columbia. Said Black: "I have found that there is a tremendous joy in giving. It is a very important part of the joy of living." Brooklyn-born Bill Black had no such joys when he worked his way through Columbia...
Where Black got that much ready cash is partly explained by a comfortable business transaction that he made in 1958. Black converted Chock Full O' Nuts from private ownership to public by selling 400,000 shares of the 720,000 he owned (out of 800,000 outstanding) at $15 a share. After taxes and brokers' fees, he cleared a neat $3,800,000. He still owns 33-5% of the stock, which was listed last week on the New York Stock Exchange at $46.50 a share. In his philanthropy, Black shows no less financial hustle. The one string...
Tears from a Hydrant. This chatter was only a way of passing the time, for the guests had come for something more important than Scotch and Spinoza. They had come to meet 32-year-old Allen Ginsberg of Paterson, N.J., author of a celebrated, chock-full catalogue called Howl (I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked), recognized leader of the pack of oddballs (TIME, June 9) who celebrate booze, dope, sex and despair and who go by the name of Beatniks...
Well, Mr. Auer, you were right. I admit that I doubted your word and went out to buy a copy of the magazine before subscribing. But I'm convinced now. I have found your February 2 issue just chock full of facts, and I was able to use them at least a dozen times today. For instance, I was in a conversational circle today that was revolving around Bernstein (Estrella Bernstein, our cleaning woman) and I just usually dropped the fact that Cecil B. DeMille was dead. You remember--your latest issue devoted nearly three-quarters of a page...