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...school class (1897) and holder of the school record for the 100-yd. dash (10.2), but had to withdraw from the University of Nevada to take over the family ranch when his father suffered a crippling injury. Soon Pat was carrying Blackstone in his saddlebags while riding out to herd sheep. In 1905 he was admitted to the practice of law; within ten years he was chief justice of the Nevada Supreme Court, and in 1920 he achieved national attention as counsel for Mary Pickford in her divorce action against Owen Moore (Mary got the divorce, and Pat ended...
...while his fear of reprisal and the herd-honor speak more strongly than his love for the girl and the first dull prickings of conscience. Then one night he finds his own big brother (Rod Steiger), the legal lieutenant of the union boss, dead in an alley because he stood up for junior. And so the ways are greased that send the picture sliding into a blood bath of the sort moviegoers will be wiping off their memories for days...
...beckons to the faithful all summer long. By the tens of thousands they respond. They are a special, indestructible breed called Giant fans. Unprotestingly, they submit to the nerve-jangling rites of entrance: the steaming subway ride or the stuffy taxi crawling across Harlem, the foul-tempered guards who herd them through turnstiles at the gate. Inside, the vast stands sprawl in the sun, the carefully tended ball field is green and trim, ready for the game...
...summer. When Judy Hord pulled back the curtains in the darkened living room, she and her husband were dismayed to see the picture window shattered, bullet holes on the wall and bullet scars across the ceiling. Unfriendly hunters had used their house for target prac tice. Captain Herd's anger grew to fury. He sent his wife off to get the sheriff, stormed through the house cutting the cords that triggered the cyanide bombs. When he got to the pantry, the furious, forgetful captain yanked open the door. His carefully arranged contraption worked perfectly; the .22 fired a bullet...
Party Line. Hungary, once a limp wrist in international competition, climbed to prowess because the Sports Ministry in Budapest's postwar Communist regime has stuck sternly to the party line that a people's democracy ought to breed winners; the politicians ride herd on the sportsmen to whip them into smooth teamwork. State doctors from the Institute for Sport Hygiene check up on training, state coaches work overtime to turn out well-drilled scoring machines. The fine eleven beat Britain's best in Budapest last May, soon after breezed into Bern and swept easily into the quarter...