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When he hitched to Skagway at the start of the Klondike rush of '97, Mike was a strapping, redheaded six-footer from the backwoods of Quebec. He was handy with his fists and his feet, could kick off the bar in the hitch-and-kick* at eight feet. He put together a nondescript dog team, began mushing supplies for the sourdoughs. He blazed a 1,400 mile dog-team trail from Dawson to Nome. He toted a piano on his back up the 1,200 ft. of Chilkoot Pass. With a corpse as cargo, he mushed over the mountains...
...Ambition. Plainly, Jim Duff was not a man to run from a fight. At 65, he is a friendly, outspoken six-footer with a rugged frame and electric blue-grey eyes that make him look 20 years younger. Since he moved to the Executive Mansion, he has become a familiar sight on Harrisburg streets-window-shopping, chatting with the local newsstand dealer, gassing with the cop on the corner...
Chips Down. Next day, with the chips down, cool Ben played Riviera as if he owned it. On "Hogan's Alley" that morning he posted a 68. He began the afternoon round with a birdie and finished it by sinking a six-footer-then flipped the ball casually to an admiring youngster and strode into the clubhouse. His score of 276 chopped five strokes off the U.S. Open record (Ralph Guldahl's 281 at Michigan's Oakland Hills Country Club eleven years ago). The runner-up: fancy-pants Jimmy Demaret, last year's top money winner...
Herbert A. Bergson, Boston-born, Harvard-bred, left a sure thing in his father's law firm to join the Department of Justice in 1934. Except for two wartime years in the Coast Guard, he has been hardworking his way up ever since. A dark-haired six-footer, Bergson last week was named by the President to head the department's Antitrust Division, succeeding John F. Sonnett...
Walter J. Weir, 39, is a handsome six-footer who flopped as a vaudevillian, switched to advertising and built up a $1,500,000 business. At a Publishers' Ad-club dinner in Manhattan, he rose to register a protest about the ads "connected with the business of embalming authors' brains between stiff covers." To Weir, the ads for what another adman called "breast sellers" look no different from "bra advertising ... It is difficult, at times, to tell . . . whether a book is about land-development or bust-development, about seafaring or suckling ... In my opinion, book advertising trades...