Word: cliff
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...singles, he treated the home folks in Cleveland to the best tennis of the entire match, acing the Mexican eight times with his slashing serve, and outshooting him with deft passing drives in straight sets, 6-3, 6-4, 6-4. To cap it off, 19-year-old Cliff Richey, the U.S. clay-court champion (TIME, July 29), made his own Davis Cup debut in the other singles by beating Mexico's Marcelo Lara in a grueling four-set match...
...they know the guy's guilty. That way, nobody gets upset when we shoot him." Most often the TV crook will bite the dust in the usual gunfight finale, but on occasion he may die in an auto crash or fall to his death from a tower or cliff. In short, the good guys will still be beating the bad guys-at least...
...conceived both it and Mount Rushmore was an American-born Rodin pupil, the late John Gutzon de la Mothe Borglum. Back in 1916, he took on the Stone Mountain commission from the United Daughters of the Confederacy, at one time considered marching 1,200 stone Confederate soldiers across the cliff. The project went forward by fits and starts. First, World War I interrupted. Lee's head was finally unveiled in 1924 with a dizzying breakfast for 30 served atop the general's shoulder. But costs were skyrocketing, and a year later Borglum was fired. Furious, the temperamental sculptor...
...Cliff is a chunky high school dropout whose shirttail flaps in the breeze and whose hair-trigger temper has at one time or another 1) brought him an official reprimand from the U.S. Lawn Tennis Association and 2) cost him a place on the U.S. Davis Cup team. Psychologists would probably trace Cliff's troubles back to his formative years-between twelve and 14-when he played with his sister and "she beat me every time." Says Cliff: "She used to beat me so often that she didn't even want to play me any more...
Mama Richey, who travels the amateur circuit every year with Husband George, can be counted on to spur on her little darlings. "I guess we've never had a real vacation," she says. "Everywhere we go there is tennis, a tournament or something." On the tour, Nancy and Cliff spend all their spare time together, hew to strict training rules: up at 9 a.m., in bed by 11 p.m. Nancy has not had a date in eight months, and Cliff has abstained since January-but neither seems to miss the social swirl. "People tell us that tennis...