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...Catcher in the Rye: "I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around-nobody big, I mean-except me. And, I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff. . . I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all." Judge Dennis Edwards Jr. said he did not consider Chapman insane, noting that the crime was "carefully planned and executed...
...ones yet available for viewing. Marty, starring Rod Steiger and Nancy Marchand, begins the series. Then, dribbled out one a month, come Bang the Drum Slowly, with Paul Newman, Albert Salmi and George Peppard; No Time for Sergeants, with Andy Griffith; and The Days of Wine and Roses, with Cliff Robertson and Piper Laurie. After them come The Comedian, with Mickey Rooney, and A Doll's House, with Julie Harris and Jason Robards. The last two shows in the series have not yet been chosen. The producers are still searching for such treasures as the kinescope...
...running horse suggested aggression, power and turbulence. The diver, perhaps predictably, evoked loneliness and despair: "readying himself for a suicide leap," "on top of a cliff, thinking about life after death." Said a husband: "All I see is a man on a board going to dive...
...town of Clay Cross, residents resisted the plan of the left-dominated town council to hold a "republican day" on the 29th and instead festooned their buildings with red, white and blue bunting and covered the windows in the town center with Union Jacks. Local Leftist Leader Cliff Fox had previously gone on record calling the royal family "a bloody parasite on the backs of the working class," with the result that several residents suggested that he be run up the pole instead of the town's red flag. Fox made himself scarce on the wedding day. Even...
...whine of powerful engines could be heard inside the pavilion, where compulsories were still underway. A half-mile away, at the other end of this misbegotten amusement park, there was a steep hill, almost a cliff. Men and boys on motorcycles were climbing the hill, charging up its sandy face in five, maybe six, seconds. At the top, some men in leather jackets holding beers were timing. This, they informed me, was "hill climbing." It was, they added, good...