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...Charlie Halleck is mighty sorry that he ever bit into this apple," chortled a House Democratic leader last week. "They've picked the worst possible issue to fight us on and we're going to lick...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Congress: If We'd Run from This One . . . | 4/19/1963 | See Source »

...Lick 'em they did. Next day the House approved a $450 million appropriation for emergency public works, which had only a few days before been voted down by the House Appropriations Committee. Minority Leader Halleck, who had led a party-line fight against the bill, was disappointed. But he could hardly have been surprised: the public works appropriation was tied to aid for economically depressed areas; as such, it affected the home districts of a vast majority of Representatives. And since when have politicians started voting against the pork barrel...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Congress: If We'd Run from This One . . . | 4/19/1963 | See Source »

...welcoming parade that "crippled the town." He bought a "rosy pink" hardtop Cadillac on time. And he signed to fight his first professional bout-a six-rounder with a former smalltown West Virginia police chief named Tunney Hunsaker. "He's a bum," confided Cassius. "I'll lick him easy." But he still got up at 5 a.m. every day to run at least two miles in Chickasaw Park, and he boxed a few fast training rounds with his younger brother Rudolph...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sport: The Dream | 3/22/1963 | See Source »

...kayoed Alex Mitoff. In Los Angeles, 12,000 fans watched him knock out Alejandro Lavorante in the fifth round. "I only wish." sighed a California matchmaker, "that Cassius Clay were quadruplets." Even Jack Dempsey was impressed: "I don't care if this kid can't fight a lick. I'm for him. Things are live again...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sport: The Dream | 3/22/1963 | See Source »

...Past, lures the groom into a cobwebby conservatory filled with jungle plants to play a possibly symbolic game of chess. Another door leads him into a drab office where a horn-rimmed boss-lady screams into a jangle of telephones and thrusts envelopes to a flunky with: "Wrap it, lick it, and mail it!" She represents The Present, and is far too busy to help. An astronaut, who is The Future, offers a cup of tea but little sympathy: "Your key? But why look for key or door, with so many stars to explore?" A mute bellhop prances...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Music: Menotti's Hour | 3/8/1963 | See Source »

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