Word: mins
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Navy trainer waved smelling salts under Staubach's nose, and the youngster was ready for more. He moved the Middies to the S.M.U. two. A field goal put Navy back ahead, 28-26. And with just 2 min. 52 sec. left in the game, bruised, battered, exhausted, he slumped onto the bench and waited for Navy's defense to run out the clock. Not a chance. In only four plays, S.M.U. traveled 70 yds. for a touchdown. Score: Southern Methodist 32, Navy...
...favored (by eight points) University of Miami, first major upset of the college football season. The Seminole defense stifled Miami's ground game, held Glamour Boy Quarterback George Mira to 18 completions in 40 pass attempts. In another surprise, Air Force zoomed 91 yds. in the last 3 min. to nip favored Washington, 10-7. Other scores: Southern California 14 Colorado...
Forward March, and for three days visiting former President Harry S. Truman, 79, kept Manhattan newsmen panting in his wake during those famous early-morning walkie-talkies. Never breaking his military 30-in., 120-per-min. stride, H.S.T. had something to say about practically everything. On tax cuts: "I am old fashioned. I believe you should pay in more than you spend." On desegregation: Alabama Governor Wallace "won't make it." Nonetheless, the civil rights march on Washington was "silly." The next morning Truman had a question of his own for a reporter: "Would you want your daughter...
...streets to the Chamber of Deputies to deliver his fifth annual state of the union message. Since he is constitutionally barred from succeeding himself, it was also his last before the presidential elections next July, and the nationally televised speech turned out to be a long (4 hr. 25 min.) summing...
...season for reruns. Last fall in Chicago, it took Charles ("Sonny") Liston 2 min. 6 sec. to pluck the heavyweight crown from Floyd Patterson. Last week in Las Vegas, Liston spent 2 min. 10 sec. pounding Patterson into boxing oblivion. Like a man killing a rabbit with a stick, he clubbed the hapless challenger to the canvas-gracelessly and methodically, his sulphur-and-obsidian eyes betraying neither pleasure nor anger. "It was just something I had to do," grunted Sonny, whose mind was obviously on something else...