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Alas for the poor Senate anti-rackets committee when Teamster Vice President James Hoffa "swaggered into the McClellan hearing like a crowing cock into a coop of capons." The illusion is perfect, with the committee certainly discovering its impotence in the fray, but we'll bet our bottom forceps that Hoffa joins the capon ranks in no time. New Capon Hoffa, certainly economically "fattened for the table" (Webster), will join the docile when the committee leaves the roost for the chopping block...
This was a smashing comedown for James Riddle Hoffa. Only 77 hours earlier he had swaggered into the McClellan hearings like a crowing cock into a coop of capons. At first he had arrogantly demanded permission to edit and change the records of the hearings-a barefaced attempt that would enable him to square his imminent testimony with later established fact. For a while Hoffa had even seemed to be in charge. He led Michigan's bumbling Democratic Senator Pat McNamara, Arizona's Republican Senator Barry Goldwater and New York's Ives down a primrose path. There...
Former winners turn out in their bright livery (now red instead of Doggett's orange) and proud 12-oz. silver arm badges to cock critical eyes from official launches. The contestants themselves train for months. This year Ken Collins, 21, a tireless lighterman from Bermondsey, sprinted into an early lead as they slid past Southwark Bridge and Saint Paul's. Behind him came Bob Gibbs, Jack Smith, Ken Green, Dave Reed and Malcolm Troubridge. Still in front when he passed the finish line at Chelsea after 27 min. 20 sec. of rowing, he was only eleven seconds ahead...
...Interloper. The trial, before an all-white jury (ten men, two women) in Judge Taylor's federal court in Knoxville, was remarkable as much for its cast of characters as its issue. Long-legged Frederick John Kasper, 27, was the headline defendant, a preening cock in his moment of glory. Kasper ran a bookshop in Manhattan's Greenwich Village in 1953. A screwball without a cause, he seemed then to be a friend to Negroes, permitted solicitation of N.A.A.C.P. contributions in his shop, frequented interracial dances, kept company with a Negro girl. Yet after he bolted to Washington...
...Britain's pace-setting Mike Blagrove led the field into the first lap on the dead sprint. In third place was Ibbotson, his chest stuck out like a bantam cock's, his legs and arms weaving perfect circles, running like a mechanical toy. The time for the first quarter-mile: 0:55.3, just 9.5 sec. slower than the world record. "When I heard that time," said Ibbotson later, "I felt sick." At the half-mile mark. the time was a phenomenal 1:55.8. Then Blagrove faded. When the bell clanged at the start of the final quarter-mile...