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When he meets one at a concert, he manages almost suavely to ask her for a d-d-date, but when she says yes, he suddenly looks like Donald Duck walking on air-about 15 ft. out from the edge of the cliff. Big-hearted Ted, of course, gives the poor kid some useful advice ("Put two cigarettes between your lips, light them and give one to her -very sexy, women love it") and then kindly offers to come over to Bob's pad on the big night and whip up one of those "seductive suppers from Playboy...
...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...
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...