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...fused scrapper whose violent charge made him seem twice as big. "Vince never got above 182," recalls a Fordham teammate. "But when he hit you, it felt like 250." One day a brawny assistant coach caught Vince napping with a blind-side block that knocked him hip pads over helmet. "Try that again." Lombardi snarled-and sent the coach sprawling. Frank Leahy picked himself up. "O.K., kid." he said...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sport: Vinnie, Vidi, Vici | 12/21/1962 | See Source »

...night "hollow-eyed and crumpled, like a dry, wind-driven, scurrying leaf." Or on Diogenes: "His castle was an upended winevat by the gates of Corinth. Alexander the Great called on him there. All radiant, the Conqueror leaned down across the neck of his white charger, doffed his golden helmet and inquired what he might do for Diogenes. 'Move on,' Apollo's man suggested. 'You're in my light...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Escape Hatch | 12/14/1962 | See Source »

Peabody's do-good campaign alienated many Democratic professionals. But Volpe offended some voters by refusing to debate with Peabody, even though Peabody's ad-lib remarks frequently are confusing enough to prompt the crack: "He played football too long without a helmet...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Nation: Massachusetts: Ex-Loser | 11/16/1962 | See Source »

...Maybe there ought to be a political campaigner's uniform," mused the Christian Science Monitor last week, "with helmet, face guard and sundry bulges to make the contender look handsomely fearsome. Americans like their games rugged, hit and rah style." Even so, the sight of the U.S. President, out stumping the country on behalf of lesser Democrats, stirred the Monitor to uneasiness: "National policy takes a little explaining these days. It's not just a matter of hurling slogans. Are we playing the right game...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Press: On the Trail | 10/26/1962 | See Source »

...arriving to aid the federal marshals, a man tried to set fire to a truck with a gasoline-soaked rag. Eggs came flying toward the marshals, then rocks. Out of the gathering darkness hurtled a length of metal pipe. It struck a marshal on the side of the helmet, stunning him. That was enough. "Let 'em have it!" yelled Chief Marshal James McShane. "Gas!" Tear-gas guns went off with metallic whoomps, filling the air with blinding mist. The crowd screamed and retreated. But the battle had only begun...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The States: Though the Heavens Fall | 10/12/1962 | See Source »

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