Word: owners
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...stumbled on the solution of a murder in Portsmouth, 65 miles away. Harold Loughan-a brash habitual criminal-volunteered the information that he had crept into the rooms above the John Barleycorn pub three weeks before and, in committing a robbery, had strangled to death the pub's owner, Rose Robinson. "It's a relief to get it off my mind," he told the police. "I didn't mean to kill the old girl, but you know what it is when a woman screams...
Povich gets his fun by gibing not at the performing elephants but at the mahouts. One enduring and vulnerable Povich target is Redskins Owner George Preston Marshall. Well aware of Mar shall's reluctance to hire any Negro players,* Povich improvised tellingly and endlessly on the same theme. "There was considerable integration in the Skins' end zone yesterday," went one typical Povich column, noting which Negro on the opposing team had just crossed the Redskin goal line. When Marshall and his movie-star wife Corinne Griffith (they have since been divorced) took a trip...
...Williamsburg section of Brooklyn, Auerbach was a standout player himself in high school and at George Washington University in Washington. D.C. He watched how his coach, Bill Reinhart, welded a strong team together from the diverse styles practiced around the country. In 1946 Auerbach talked a Washington. D.C., arena owner into sponsoring a pro team in the newly formed Basketball Association of America. "It cost me less than $500 in phone calls to assemble the club." says Auerbach, "and I stuck to Bill Reinhart's theory...
...want me to do," growled Auerbach. "win basketball games or satisfy the local yokels?" Cousy, insisted Auerbach, had yet to prove himself. The Celtics got Cousy back by a stroke of luck. When the Chicago Stags, a team that had acquired Cousy in a trade, folded, Celtic Owner Walter Brown picked Cousy's name...
...wife Ruth were living in Paris, Sivard went around the corner to buy some salami, was enchanted with the charcuterie where it was sold. "It struck me," he says, "as the sort of memory I would like to take home with me." He sketched the charcuterie with the owner and his wife and their cat and dog, adding some torn posters and wall scribbling. Sivard has been doing things like it ever since...