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...definite that whenever and wherever men beat sticks against the ground, they will remember Tom Watson, and they will probably also recall a 16-ft. chip shot from a fluffy clump of rough by the 17th green at Pebble Beach...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sport: The Shot of His Life | 7/5/1982 | See Source »

...Sometimes it still looks like a clump of people blindly chasing a ball," said Moore, but Roberts predicts confidently. "They will be a major force in rugby within a year...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Rugby: Not Just for Men Anymore | 4/9/1982 | See Source »

...baby blue van veers into the parking lot of Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in West Hollywood, Calif. It is an increasingly common sight these days. Out of the van comes a clump of helium-filled balloons, bobbing in the expensive air. They are blue and silver: it's a boy. Next, a balloon bouquet of pink, pearl and white: a girl. In Hollywood, where trendiness is a measure of sincerity, sending flowers to mothers who have just given birth to babies went out with designer jeans and saying "Trust me." These days the modish gift is balloons...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The New Baby Bloom | 2/22/1982 | See Source »

...brown frame house with the green picket fence sits amid a clump of fir trees on a hill overlooking the writers' colony of Peredelkino, 15 miles southwest of Moscow. There, in the sparsely furnished second-floor study, Boris Pasternak wrote some of the greatest Russian poetry of the century and Doctor Zhivago, the epic saga of Russian life, for which he was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1958. On a nearby hillock, surrounded by three pine trees, is the grave where Pasternak was buried after his death from cancer in 1960. Since then, the house...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Soviet Union: For the Ages | 1/18/1982 | See Source »

...hill in a cornfield, we ran into a full-scale firefight. The guerrillas opened up with a .30-cal. machine gun from a clump of trees on a neighboring hilltop. Captain Juan Vicente radioed to Red Troop, an infantry unit operating near by. "Chele, Chele [Blondie], this is Grapefruit," he barked. "We have contact with their machine gun." He ordered Red Troop to move up and try to cut off the rebels. Turning to his own men, he muttered, "They're firing away like madmen. Let's hope they'll use up all their ammunition." Lieut. Jorge...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: El Salvador: We Are from These People | 3/30/1981 | See Source »

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