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...shop, bar none. He's a hard worker, a faithful husband, a devoted father and a loyal subject of the Queen. But first, last and always Jacko is a union man: first at every meeting and the last to go, president of the shop council since the year dot. What's right for the union is right for Jacko. and what's wrong for the union he fights till he sweats till his hat floats...
...sweeping in unannounced from the slate-grey firth, shot a horrendous 85, and caught the next boat home. Even in the sunniest of weather, the championship 7,045-yd. course is a clutching jungle of harsh gorse, spiny Scotch broom and impenetrable whin bushes. Ditchlike burns and sheerfaced bunkers dot the threadbare fairways; the postage-stamp greens are stubbly and unpredictable. Commuter trains clatter past while golfers sweat over tricky putts, and yowling jet airliners swoop low to land at Prestwick, only two miles away...
Boston is moribund. Sad, but true, the better part of Boston lies in the past. The city is a mausoleum -- mighty and serene. One could spend hours reciting the mortuary charms of its innumerable cemeteries, with their illustrious dead, which dot the city's main sections as well as its periphery. The flight of industry to the South, the corruption of local politics, and the exodus of the Best People into the suburbs has decisively doomed Boston. But the ashes of a greatness that is gone remain to beguile and delight the summer visitor...
...green polka-dot bow tie his trademark, Williams also if the of South Africa its present course, "the result disastrous." But unless negs occur, he continued, the "internal force will be to hold the black Africans in ." He called South Africa a which is "technically independant so far as the black Africans are the country isn't indepen...
...treasure hunt was unwittingly begun by Professor Negahban when he organized a routine archaeological survey of the thousands of man-made mounds that dot the valleys leading to the Caspian Sea. Remnants of forgotten cities whose mud-brick buildings and ramparts have long since crumbled, all the mounds looked interesting. But one afternoon last fall Dr. Negahban walked out of a forest in the Goha Valley and spotted five of them piled close together. "I knew instinctively," he says, "that I had found my quarry...