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...British in 1947 for the reprisal massacre of 335 Italians in the Ardeatine Caves near Rome, he got the sentence commuted to life and then to 20 years. Freed because of ill health in 1952, Kesselring was well enough to become president of the Stahlhelm (Steel Helmet), a veterans' group whose militaristic ideal was expressed by their leader in his 1953 memoirs: "To revise our ideas in accordance with democratic principles. That is more than I can take...
...says Jerry Coleman, the fine ex-Yankee second baseman who played with Mantle for seven years, roomed with him for two, and held a front-office job from 1957 to 1960. "Mickey finds the booing terribly hard to take. He becomes defiant and throws bats and flips his helmet and bangs his fist into brick walls and kicks the water cooler. If Mickey strikes out twice, I think he gets so sore at himself and the fans who are on him he almost says, 'All right, I'll show you. I'll strike out a third time...
Buddhism was their religion; yet they also found much to love in the gods and goddesses of Greece and Rome. They were fascinated by centaurs and Tritons, and they could produce a handsome Athena or Roma, helmet and all. They dutifully gave Buddha's head the magic bump that marked his Buddhahood-though they were likely to disguise it under a mop of hair inspired by Apollo. Buddha himself often appeared draped in a Roman toga, and some of the men could have come straight out of the Roman Senate. But while the artists borrowed, they did not copy...
Danger is Stirling Moss's obsession. In his long companionship with peril he has driven a racing car with one leg in a plaster cast. He has sped around curves while nearly blinded by glass fragments in his eyes. His crash helmet has been dented by a rival's car hurtling just over his head. And it is mostly because of his fascination with danger that Britain's Moss, 30, is by common consent the world's fastest driver...
...place among the shiny military jets crowding the U.S. Air Force base at Incirlik, near Adana, Turkey. Its wide wings drooped with delicate languor-like a squatting seagull, too spent to fly. Its pilot seemed equally odd: a dark, aloof young man who wore a regulation flying suit and helmet but no markings, and had a revolver on his hip. Pilot Francis Gary Powers, 30, climbed into the one-man cockpit, gunned the black ship's single engine, and as the plane climbed toward take-off speed, the wide wings stiffened and the awkward outrigger wheels that had served...