Word: fats
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...Biscayne Bay; they are the paper's nerve center and Grant's office. Grant makes "the Journal's decisions whenever I want and wherever I am," and "nobody's ever challenged that." There is little reason for challenge. Under Grant, the Journal's fat (up to 100 pages) weekday and Sunday (up to 400 pages) editions average 1,140 columns of local, national and international news a week. They are brightened by the best newspaper color printing in the U.S., for both news pictures and ads. For the last four years, the Journal...
...lower center is a bloated, hog-faced cherub swilling strong drink (explains Grosz: "I come from a drinking family"). At his left, a fat-buttocked nude is grasped by a hand that protrudes from no body; below lies a soft, naked torso and legs, which Grosz says represents the memory of his mother, killed in a Berlin air raid. In the lower left, a demented soldier hobbles on a crutch, carrying his amputated left leg in the crook of his arm. That figure is a remembrance of the time Grosz spent in a mental military hospital during World...
...Uncle Don was plagued for years by a persistent but apocryphal radio legend: once, having ended a program with a particularly fat string of clichés and commercials, he loosened his tie, curled his lip, and snarled: "There, I guess that'll hold the little bastards." Then he learned that he was still...
Died. Walter Edward ("Death Valley Scotty") Scott, 78, legendary California prospector-fraud; of a gastrointestinal ailment; at Scotty's Corner, Nev. Scotty first made headlines in 1905 when he rode into Los Angeles flourishing a fat roll of $500 bills, reported that he had just found a fabulously rich Death Valley gold mine, hired a special train to take him to Chicago, and jovially flung $100 tips to the crew. Thereafter he was a Sunday supplement standby. Revelling in his own publicity, he lived in a $2,000,000 Moorish castle in Death Valley, once rode through the streets...
Because sports skeptics have questioned the will to win of the play-for-pay boys, Promoter Kramer decided to set up a jackpot-prize tournament at each of the 88 U.S. cities the pros will visit in their 25,000-mile cross-country junket. Where the take is fat enough, as it has been in New York and Philadelphia, the players will be shooting for $4,000 to the winner, will have to settle for $2,500, $1,500 or $1,000 in defeat. In other cities, they will play for comparable percentages of the gate...