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...said it before, Archie Moore will fall in four, Cassius Marcellus Clay's problem is that nobody wants to take him seriously. Now they may have to. Last week in Los Angeles, the cocky young Kentuckian, known to his friends as the Louisville Lip, made good his brag. Halfway through the fourth round, he knocked out tired old Archie Moore, whose age (either 45 or 48) and 220 fights should have put him in retirement long ago. The victory did something for Clay's prestige as the seventh-ranking heavyweight (Moore, after all, once was a champion...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sport: Louisville Lip | 11/23/1962 | See Source »

...with which O'Hara mines the invented earth of Gibbsville, Pa., and the ugly towns of eastern New Jersey. As usual, the social range of his characters-from the carriage trade to tradesmen who sell carriages-is wider than their moral range, which is the few degrees between halfway-decent and not-very-nice...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: The Man for the Job | 11/23/1962 | See Source »

...describes her new way of life as "halfway between a nun and an athlete." On concert days she goes into total seclusion ("like Stalin lying in state"), and when the awaited hour comes near she does laps backstage to warm up. "I'm not a half child any more," she burbles. "Before, nobody ever let me do anything for myself. Everybody took care of things for me. First my mother, then my husband. Oh, the early days at M-G-M were a lot of laughs. It was all right if you were young and frightened-and we stayed...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Hollywood: The New New Garland | 11/16/1962 | See Source »

...Halfway across the bridge we encountered my trusty sports editor, Joe Russin. "Hello, Joe Russin, trusty sports editor," I called. "Hello, you idiot," he called back. Russin was going to sit in the press...

Author: By Steven V. Roberts, | Title: My Date: Rain And A Gung-ho Girl | 11/5/1962 | See Source »

...yard line seats, about halfway up the stands. Within seconds a moist chill had permeated my bottom. Dammit, I had forgotten to bring something to sit on. Susan was singing the Latin words to "Ten Thousand Men of Harvard." She really was gung-ho. Or maybe she dated someone in the hand...

Author: By Steven V. Roberts, | Title: My Date: Rain And A Gung-ho Girl | 11/5/1962 | See Source »

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