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...sprinted his way into the hearts of Boston's townspeople yesterday with a sub-three hour performance in the annual Boston Marathon. Competing for the KISKO KIWIS. Beach finished 32 minutes behind winner Olavi Suomalainen of Finland and well ahead of author Erich Segal '58. "He's a brave lad. Ben is," said race coordinator Jock Semple. "We've been needin' more of his kind, instead of all those fatsos from C.C. with the weird hats...
...agencies. Over the years a stream of tattered urchins found their way along U.S. Highway 6, which cuts through nearby Omaha, to Boys Town. In 1938, a wind-battered waif in the movie Boys Town made the place part of American folklore. Arriving at the doorstep with an injured lad slung on his back, he announced to Father Flanagan (Spencer Tracy, of course): "He ain't heavy, Father. He's m' brother...
...lad is kidnapped, shipwrecked and left to fend for himself out in the Scottish highlands with only his newfound friend, bonnie Alan Breck (Michael Caine) to defend him. David Balfour (Lawrence Douglas) has, in short, the kind of adventures that turn boys into men and classic books into movies. Any further resemblance to Robert Louis Stevenson's novel, however, is practically coincidental, and indeed nearly slanderous...
...Troop 416 is agonizingly unique, its membership drawn exclusively from the Hilltop School for retarded and deformed children. Each Friday morning the redoubtable patrolman dons his red bandanna and scoutmaster's cap and takes charge of 15 of the most heartbreaking youngsters in all of New England. One lad has only half a face, another is strapped into a wheelchair, several others are schizophrenic; most have an unfavorable prognosis. During one meeting, a boy who could not talk until Poulin formed the troop reads haltingly through the Scout oath, then breaks into happy shouts of "Scout! Scout!" when...
...Another lad begins to laugh, but the laugh quickly plummets into uncontrollable hysteria; he smashes a small Christmas tree to the floor and slams his hand against a windowpane. Three other tiny boys clutch at Poulin's legs, shrieking, and try to bring him down. After an hour and a half Poulin calmly dismisses the troop; the boys are taken back to other classrooms by school aides. "This was nothing," he sighs. "You should see the action when I take the boys on trips. You go into the woods and every time you go hunting...