Word: marke
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...right off. That was a good feeling." The fellows on the swimming team also knew only too well who Spitz was; his reputation as a taciturn loner had preceded him. But Coach James ("Doc") Counsilman wisely called his charges together and made sure that they gave Mark a fair shake...
Hitting His Peak. Counsilman's counsel paid off. "I think the guys on the team liked me right away," says Mark, "and they avoided talking about the Olympics." Mark moved into a dormitory with George Smith, another Olympian, pledged Phi Kappa Psi fraternity, earned A's for attitude as well as in his studies. "It was just a matter of growing up," says Counsilman. "College has given him the chance to mingle with contemporaries for the first time, and he has turned out to be one of the most popular guys on the team...
When you read about Mark Twain's Mississippi raftsmen and pilots, or Bret Harte's Western gold miners, they seem more remote than the cannibals of the Stone Age. The reason is simply that they are free human beings...
...barks the man at his mistress. The line is a cliche, but then so is the situation. A British salesman, Steve Howard (Rod Steiger), picks up a snippy, nubile hitchhiker named Ella (Judy Geeson). In a little black notebook, Ella has been rating her loves the way a teacher marks her pupils. After a night in a Birmingham hotel, she grants the salesman an A minus, a mark that prompts him to give his wife...
...such luck. Instead, she fetches up as secretary-housekeeper to Mark Coldridge, a leftist writer whose crowded Bloomsbury house is a Dostoevskian rendering of the Victorian family. "Everything as sick and neurotic and hopeless as you can imagine. A dominating mama over all, and a wife in a mental hospital, and a man just sitting waiting for some sucker like me to cope with everything," she muses. The household rocks with emotion-pent-up, misdirected, short-circuited. Martha is nearly driven out by the sound of solitary whimpering behind closed doors...