Word: magics
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Homecoming transatlantic travelers heaved a hopeful sigh when the U.S. Customs Service announced last week that there may be a cure for that special form of nervous upset known as baggage inspection. Pre-clearance is the magic word. As a first test, customs officials plan to station three inspectors in Naples to examine and seal all except the baggage needed en route by New York-bound passengers. The cleared trunks, parcels and crates then go into the ship's hold until debarkation...
...suit their script: Hydra killing was Hercules' specialty, not Jason's. And they have dreamed up monsters Jason never saw, including a steam-powered King Kong, built of bronze, with a drain plug in its heel. The straight story of Jason's exploits, told with magic and imagination and a minimum of studio trickery, might have been delightful. This version is more bull than Bulfinch...
...Briefcases. Kong Le is a magnet for some of the most idealistic men in Laos. Short (5 ft. 1 in., 115 Ibs.), quiet and good-natured, he neither drinks, smokes nor gambles and is fanatic about health, honesty and cleanliness. He shares common Laotian superstitions, such as wearing a "magic" ring and a wrist amulet to placate the phi (spirits, evil or otherwise). Without personal ambition, Kong Le says that "when Laos is free," he will go home to his village and become a farmer...
...good food, and have opened as inns. More and more tourists, tired of Hiltonia, have sought them out, willingly sacrificing a color telephone in every room for a sense of history and splendor. The best of the current batch of castle-hotels offer not only the built-in magic of a legendary site but also the charm of Old World prices-just the thing for a democrat who feels, as Toots Shor once observed of millionaires: "I don't want to be a king; I just want to live like one." Samples...
Round 5-the magic number. Embarrassed and enraged, Clay snapped Cooper's head back with a jab. Cooper reeled into the ropes. Instantly Clay was on him, smashing lefts and rights to Cooper's slashed left eyebrow-so viciously that horsehair stuffing spewed from a split in one of his gloves. Blood spattered everywhere-over Clay, over Cooper, over the referee, over horrified fans in the 6-guinea seats. "Murder! Murder!" they screamed, leaping onto their seats, pelting the ring with wadded-up newspapers. "Stop it! Stop it!" At last the ref stepped in. The round...