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Congregationalist Minister John Bennett is a self-effacing theologian with some eyebrow-raising views about the duty of churches not to join any holy war against Communism. Protestant churchmen respect Bennett as a methodical, thoughtful interpreter of social ethics, as a provocative religious journalist (he was a founder of the biweekly Christianity and Crisis), and as a tireless behind-the-scenes worker for the World Council of Churches. Like his predecessor, he is Union-made: he studied theology there, joined the faculty permanently...
...General Clay is now with Lehman Brothers," said Avco Board Chairman Kendrick R. Wilson Jr. "He's an army officer who made good," added Funston. Khrushchev raised a pious eyebrow: "You have 190 million people. Why don't they all make good? Certainly they have not trespassed against...
Beautician Aida Grey has branched out from her female trade in Beverly Hills to open two masculine beauty parlors-the Esquire for Men and Boys, and the more expensive Olympian, where she has facilities for facials, massages, instant skin-tanning and eyebrow tinting. "In the past year, or year and a half," chirps chic, French-born Aida, "there's been a tremendous rise in men's cosmetics. I got into the male line when I discovered that about 50% of my customers had husbands who were using their beauty creams. We sell green powder for ruddy skin...
...Eyebrow for a Toupee. A strapping man (6 ft. 2 in., 190 Ibs.) who is called "Cupey" by some friends because of his bald head and cherubic face, George Love never set out to be coalman or auto magnate. After Princeton and Harvard Business School, he became a bond salesman in Chicago and St. Louis, but left to run three family coal mines outside Pittsburgh. He did well enough to be offered a Consol job by George Humphrey, who was then heading Consol for its principal shareholder (now 21%), M. A. Hanna Co. Love succeeded Humphrey as president...
Round 5-the magic number. Embarrassed and enraged, Clay snapped Cooper's head back with a jab. Cooper reeled into the ropes. Instantly Clay was on him, smashing lefts and rights to Cooper's slashed left eyebrow-so viciously that horsehair stuffing spewed from a split in one of his gloves. Blood spattered everywhere-over Clay, over Cooper, over the referee, over horrified fans in the 6-guinea seats. "Murder! Murder!" they screamed, leaping onto their seats, pelting the ring with wadded-up newspapers. "Stop it! Stop it!" At last the ref stepped in. The round...