Word: countings
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Among the perennials, Benedict Fitzgerald '08 is probably the hardiest. Most people have lost count of his unsuccessful runs for office. He is running for City Council, but his only chance for victory is through a sympathy vote or a case of mistaken identity, in which voters thought he was the Mayor's crony, James Fitzgerald. On the CCA side, there are three former perennials parading behind the standard of respectability. Gaetan Aiello and Robert Horan, School Committee candidates, are at least one-time losers, and Witold Pladziewicz, owner of an East Cambridge meat market and a City Council candidate...
Play was more even in the second half, both sides coming very close to scoring. The Crimson saved a try when it forced an M.I.T. runner out of bounds in its end zone (the ball must be touched down to count), and were unluckly in turn when Charlie Eaton and then Jim Coper and Ash Hallett nearly dribbled the ball over the Engineer's line...
...York's solid, plodding Mayor Robert Wagner is no man to gamble, but last spring he thought he saw a sure thing. For a mere $1,500,000 fee, he could get the Federal Census Bureau to count the city's population; certainly with growth everywhere New York was bound to show an increase-and each new nose would entitle the city to an additional $6.75 in state aid in the interval before the regular 1960 census count. The contracts were signed, the counters went to work, and Wagner saw to it that the census takers even counted...
...thing gurgled down the drain. New York's population is now 7,795,471, down 96,486 in seven years. Mayor Wagner refused to accept the figures. Then the state attorney general eased the pain by ruling that state aid would not be reduced unless the next regular count confirmed the decline. Net result of the gamble: a $1,500,000 loss to the municipal pocketbook and a stiff blow to municipal pride...
...Winchell of File, white-haired and 60, was a tame version of the once combustible keyhole crier. Gone were the high-decibel-count croak and Morse-key jangle, the creaky song-and-dance routines of last year's variety show. Now there was only the occasional clatter of the typewriter-onscreen and off-and on TV even this was restrained enough to be realistic. Though File claims to be based on his "private files," Winchell admits there are fictitious strokes "to avoid any trouble legally." Did he always beat the cops to the scene when prowling around Manhattan? "Normally...