Word: heavyweights
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Even before the bout started, the young pretender to the heavyweight title assumed the prerogatives of a champion. Floyd Patterson, 21, made Archie Moore, the fading patriarch (39, going on 43) of the prize ring, cool his heels for a quarter-hour before weighing in. Outployed for perhaps the first time in his garrulous career, Moore sulked silently through the ceremony...
Archie Moore was led away, the light-heavyweight title still tenuously in his hands. The factor that helped to lick him -age-offered the new heavyweight champion of the world a fancy future: his best bouts and biggest purses (this one: $114,000) were still ahead. "Patterson has the potentialities of a great fighter," said Archie when he found his tongue. For the first time ever, the gaudy pitchman was guilty of astonishing understatement. What the sport needed next was some men good enough to take on the young and growing champ. The man most fitted for the assignment: Retired...
Born. To Floyd Patterson, 21, and Sandra Elizabeth Hicks Patterson, 18: their first child, a daughter, four hours and 23 minutes before Boxer Patterson anesthetized creaky old Archie Moore to become heavyweight champ (see SPORT) ; in New York City. Name: Seneca. Weight...
...Senator, Jim Duff soon played into the hands of his old enemies. A free-swinging heavyweight (6 ft. 1 in., 182 Ibs.) and distinctly an executive type, he needed more room to punch than the Senate cloisters could give him. He stepped down from the Senate's back benches only to give early, effective preconvention support to Dwight Eisenhower in 1952. Although he has since been one of the Administration's most loyal supporters, he has also been one of the least influential. In his distaste for the Senate, bristle-haired Jim Duff neglected both friend...
...Patterns) Serling's play Requiem for a Heavyweight was a taut, discerning glimpse into the shabby world of prizefighting. The plot dealt with an also-ran pug (Jack Palance) who is put out to pasture after in bone-bruising bouts, and finds it jarringly hard to adjust. He is a tough, disfigured blob of flesh who "could take a cannon ball in the face"; but he is also a gentle man, painfully aware of his ugliness. He is bounced around by some seedy managers and hangers-on ("Why is it," asks Trainer Ed Wynn, playing his first straight part...