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...facts add up to a hilariously inaccurate picture of energy-rich little (140 Ibs.) Bayard Quincy Morgan, Stanford's former chairman of Germanic languages, author of 40 books and countless articles-and the nation's most frenetic fumigator of the myth that every Mr. Chips is a goner...
Beyond Mombasa (Columbia). "The natives," observes one sweat-drenched bwana, "are growing uneasy." Then one of them catches it right in the back-a poisoned dart from a blowgun. He's a goner, of course, as soon as the stuff hits his bloodstream. More nervous mumbling from the natives ("They say this is a bad omen"). Evil forces are clearly trying to prevent Cornel Wilde from rediscovering the uranium mine found by his late brother, poor devil, who was murdered by a steel-clawed Leopard Man. Also barring his way, on his Technicolor plunge into spine-tingling British East...
...goner," said President Anastasio Somoza to U.S. Ambassador Thomas Whelan the night Somoza was shot down by a 27-year-old gunman (TIME, Oct. 1). "They got me this time, Tommy," he added. Rushed from Nicaragua to the Canal Zone, the 60-year-old strongman withstood a four-hour bullet-removing operation and later a windpipe incision to ease his labored breathing. But he never fully regained consciousness in the U.S.-owned Gorgas Hospital. Late last week, just seven days after the shooting, he began to sink fast. A few hours later, as he had foreseen, Tacho Somoza...
...driving, see. cool like down the freeway. A young kid in a twin pipe job come up on me fast on the right. He was a goner. He cockeyed near cooled me, man. So I said, 'Jimmy, let's write a song about this cool cat.' I don't even know the name of the guy. But I got even. Man, I got even...
...porcupine belly and otter blubber, not to speak of flies and maggots. Squaws, too, could be improved upon. But when Hero David meets a squaw whose bare bosom makes him think of a pair of "sun-darkened thimbleberries," the two passions of his career are united; he is a goner. To reassure critics of integration, Author Fisher takes pains to show that Squaw Sunday, princess of the Blackfeet, is really white. Covered as she is with bear grease and vermillion, she smells pretty bad. But to a man who can survive temperature cold enough to split a tree and "mosquitoes...