Word: jim
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Coca-Cola Co. Politically, says Farley, he is "not very active because I'm not invited to be." He nonetheless keeps in fighting trim with weekly sessions in a steam-filled room, "the one place where I can relax." Among the seminude supporters sweating it out with Big Jim were Merchant Bernard F. Gimbel, 78, and onetime Heavyweight Champ Gene Tunney, 66, who read a poem-presumably in dank verse-titled Ode to a Bouncing Biltmore Bath Baby...
...music lo the border of atonality-a frontier he intends to cross soon in compositions for jazz trio. His intricate style and intellectual leanings have caused occasional snipers to complain that he "plays white" and doesn't swingue,* but Paris suffers from a galloping case of Crow Jim, and to all but the heaviest listeners, Solal swings just fine...
...Just Test Me." Before the race, Chief Steward Harlan Fengler had warned drivers that any car spraying oil would be "black-flagged" instantly. "If you don't believe me," he said, "just test me"-and, sure enough, he banished Jim Hurtubise's leaky Novi on the 101st lap. But now, with Jones's Offy laying a coat of slippery oil all around the track, Fengler seemed not to notice. The flagman did: after Eddie Sachs skidded wildly on Lap 188 and smashed into the retaining wall, he grabbed a black flag and started to wave...
...Modesto track was lightning-fast as the runners took their marks. Rangy (5 ft. 10 ½in., 171 Ibs.) Peter Snell, relaxed and smiling, was in lane No. 1; little (5 ft. 51 in., 128 Ibs.) Jim Beatty, tense and drawn, was in lane No. 2. The others were strung out across the track. Bang! At the gun, California's George Jessup pounced in front. Beatty was second, Weisiger third, Grelle fourth, Snell a distant sixth. Nobody expected Jessup to be around for long. Sure enough, midway through the second lap, Beatty leaped into the lead...
...battle began. On the third lap, Gary Weisiger sprinted up, grimly fought off Beatty and Grelle. "Go, Gary, go!" fans screamed. They looked for Snell: there he was, lengthening his stride now, slipping past exhausted Jim Beatty -but still 10 yds. behind the leaders. Into the last turn the runners pattered, straining for speed. Grelle began to fade. Could Weisiger hold on? Could Snell catch him? In an instant that nobody who saw it will ever forget, Snell turned on his incredible kick. The impact on the field was the same as if he had kicked them all squarely...