Word: lads
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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What TIME had done to Evanghelos Georgakakis was to tell his story, "The Losing Winner," in our March 3 issue. It was the story of the deep inner powers of a man, a onetime Cretan shepherd lad, blind, with an artificial right hand and only one finger with any sense of touch on the left. Yet, at 33, using Braille and tape recorders, he had topped all 361 candidates in the Athens bar examinations. Despite this, as the story told, he was unable to find a job. No one, it seemed, wanted a blind and crippled lawyer...
...British sports magazine picked him as its "Sportsman of the Year" for 1966. His face has been on the covers of publications in Sweden, Germany and Finland and he was the subject of a TV documentary in France. But in the U.S., Tommie Smith, 22, a home-grown lad from Acworth, Texas, is virtually unknown. He was not even among the ten candidates for the A.A.U.'s 1966 Sullivan Award to the country's top amateur athlete.* And the oversight seems doubly strange because Smith is currently the best sprinter in the world, as well...
...goddess could clear up the minor personality adjustments so necessary to effect a union between the sportive Atalanta and her Lacedaemonian lad, and the ever-permissive Diana is perfectly prepared to sling a miracle or two in the aid of a good cause. The problem is the goddess's designs on King Tenintius himself. One glimpse at Fingleton's magnificent visual characterization of Diana--he looks precisely like one of the more grotesque 19th century caricatures of Britannia--and you understand the unfortunate monarch's dilemma...
...ignorant slaves (who by that time were armed and immensely powerful) pleaded with the young son of a defunct overlord that the slaves might return to their former bondage. The young boy who had been educated in England did not want the slaves back. The angry savages killed the lad on the spot and mangled his body...
Though Serkin talks like a sorrowful rebel, he is a shy, reserved lad whose most burning concern at the moment is simply growing up. It has not been easy. His father, aware of the rigors of the concert life, never encouraged him to become a musician. But in a family that rewarded the children with a nickel if they could sing a pitch-perfect F sharp first thing each morning, Peter's future was certainly predictable.* "I first thought of being a composer," he says. "Then I thought about conducting. Then, gradually, I became resigned to being a pianist...