Word: crisps
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Miss yell spiraled through the crisp sunlit air like a football passed by Chuckin' Charley Conerly of legendary lore. Boys, lean and brimming with youthful vigor, horseplayed around-almost as if they were unconscious of the pretty coeds who watched them. Right down to the blue and maroon freshman beanies, the scene was of the sort to make alumni hearts swell with bittersweet memories of days long gone. But beneath all the laughter, beneath all the seeming exuberance, was an ugly, constantly recurring question. "When," the kids asked one another, "will the nigger come...
...fifth were sons of fathers who never went to college; 57% came from public schools. Almost 10% entered as sophomores; 30% had scholarships, with a total value of $462,000. Confidently donning crisp chinos and loafers or white sneakers, they set out frankly to acquire "the Harvard label." Said one boy blandly: "After you get out of Harvard, your contacts are the leaders of the country...
...Jack Paar Show (NBC, 10-11 p.m.). PREMIÈRE of Jack's new weekly variety series. Tumbling out of the easygoing midnight hours into hot, concentrated prime time, many a performer has been burned to a crisp. Will Paar char? Tune in and watch the fun-or the funeral. Color...
Poetry Without Pleasure. But Empson's latest work, Milton's God, a vast retreat from the crisp analysis of his earlier writing, is less literary criticism than a diatribe against Christianity. Empson fears that literary criticism has fallen into the hands of T. S. Eliot and the "neo-Christian movement." which judges all literature from a Christian viewpoint. Empson finds Satan a more likable character than God in Paradise Lost. Milton's God is "astonishingly like Uncle Joe Stalin" down to "flashes of joviality" and "bad temper," writes Empson. He tortures angels and mankind...
Russia's Valery Brumel danced a little jig to loosen his leg muscles. He lifted his left hand in a crisp salute-a signal that he was ready. Suddenly he was galloping violently toward the pit. His left foot slammed into the ground and his body hurtled upward-left arm tucked against his chest, right leg thrust high. He barely grazed the crossbar; then he was clear and falling, the bar quivering behind him. The jump measured 7 ft. 5 in., a new world's record. And as Brumel bounced joyfully from the sawdust pit, 81,000 people...