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...Splash" submission hold, but he is no match for Johnny Alee, the 1132 pound man who fell through the floor of his North Carolina log cabin one hundred years ago. Nor can he compare to El Topicon, the Brazilian wrestler who is reputed to weigh an incredible fifteen hundred pounds, who is so enormous that he can engulf a two hundred pound opponent in his rolls...
...Inquirer photographer trying to cross the line was attacked while a squad of police plainclothesmen nearby looked on silently. Fifteen minutes later another photographer was beaten. Again the plainclothesmen did nothing. No arrests were made. When several Inquirer staffers then asked the plainclothesmen to help them pass, the police warned the staffers that they would be arrested for assault if they tried to push their way in. On the police radio came orders that all cars were to avoid the Inquirer building area...
...players were itchy. Player representatives from the teams reportedly voted 17 to 6 not to reject outright the "take it or leave it" offer. They pointed out that parts of the fine print had not even been filled in yet, but indicated that some compromise might be acceptable. Fifteen minutes after the player representatives adjourned in Tampa, Kuhn issued his order to open the camps...
...vignettes is called "The Great Filling Station Holdup." Before Dylan satirized outlaw myths in "Joey," Buffett was already sick of them--he sings about being an unwilling accomplice in a robbery that netted "fifteen dollars and a can of STP/A big ole jar of cashew nuts and a Japanese T.V." Then, while he and his buddy are getting drunk on the money, a sheriff comes, He roughed us, then he cuffed us, And he took us off to jail. No picture on a poster, no reward, and no bail...
Thesis anxiety or not, if Eric Ambler's fifteen or so books were not so wildly interesting I could have kicked the habit. Agatha Christie, who has all the psychological insight of second year algebra, couldn't have maintained interest like that, and if you've ever tried Rex Stout you'd know after three of four books that Nero Wolfe is really just a fat old fart. Almost every collection of one-author-one-genre books gets repetitive after a while: critics betray this by calling thrillers a "craft" or a pulp writer a "masterful technician," generally revealing that...