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...Holy -!" announced Myrna, perforating my ribs with her elbow. "Your father's a fascist pig!" Myrna wasn't afraid of anything. The way it turned out, my father did not seem at all put out by Myrna's peace button, her Black Panther button, her S.D.S. button, her "Kill the Pigs" button, her bib overalls or her carefully teased blonde Afro wig. He didn't even wince when she accidentally let loose a - and a - over the Chianti, and a Holy -! and a - during the spaghetti. In fact, I could only see the faintest spark behind...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Time Essay: SOB STORY, OR, A BESTSELLER BESTED | 3/1/1971 | See Source »

...skiers. A recently retired California forester, he aimed to enjoy the outdoors even more than he had as a state employee. But as Jacobson, an advanced skier, whooshed down a slope at Sierra Ski Ranch, he lost control, hit a tree and broke his left elbow, shoulder blade and four ribs, which punctured a lung. Now incapacitated for at least two months, he has become an unhappy statistic-one of this year's roughly 100,000 injured U.S. skiers, more than a third of them with broken arms or legs...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Medicine: Breaks of the Game | 2/8/1971 | See Source »

...toothless snarl, while the bromides give way to threats of mayhem. Magnuson is a "policeman," a player whose job it is to keep the other team in line. Other than football, no team sport puts a greater premium on bodily contact than hockey-the crunching board check, the elbow-flailing combat for the puck behind the net, the boiling free-for-all over real or imagined irregularities. And as in football, the team that establishes its physical superiority is most often the one that wins. Says Conn Smythe, former president of the Toronto Maple Leafs: "You can't lick...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sport: Maggie the Policeman | 1/11/1971 | See Source »

...have lived alone for years, since I left my parents' house. I wake up at a quarter to one, with a headache. I take an aspirin, a simple and innocent act and suddenly I see them-lying in an embrace, the sheet carelessly over them, X up on one elbow and joking with her and her joking back, nothing is serious or sacred between them, they are in love, in love, in love; I am six miles away suddenly nauseated, living alone...

Author: By Elizabeth R. Fishel, | Title: Books The Wheel of Love and Other Stories | 12/8/1970 | See Source »

...does. And the incident illustrates Martha Mitchell's virulent case of Potomac Fever, a malady to which few top-and middle-echelon Washington wives are immune?whether they be Watergate nouveaux, Georgetown chic, or Cleveland Park intellectual elbow-patch...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Martha Mitchell's View From The Top | 11/30/1970 | See Source »

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