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...bring the Floyd Patterson-Hurricane Jackson fight (see SPORT) into focus for America's armchair fans last week over NBC, the Buick Motor Division of General Motors forked out about $250,000. What it got for its money was as distasteful as the fight itself. Between rounds, a glassy-eyed young pitchman trundled before the viewing public one dull, lumpy Buick "salesman" after another. Wearing Panama hats, they muttered mostly about this being a dandy time to get a good deal on a Buick. The clincher came at the fight's crucial moment. As Referee Ruby Goldstein snaffled...
...pattern that was varied by the New York Herald Tribune's Business Editor Donald I. Rogers, who was paid by General Motors to introduce its Buick commercial on TV during the Patterson-Jackson fight...
...took Heavyweight Champion Floyd Patterson less than three minutes to convince every fight fan in the Polo Grounds that his match with Tommy ("Hurricane") Jackson was a wretched mismatch. A pathetic primitive with an awesome capacity for absorbing punishment, Hurricane started leaking blood in the first round and was on his knees at the bell. He went down again in the second, again in the ninth. In between, he did some calisthenics, tried a few yards of roadwork to "unlazy" his legs and continued to catch Floyd's furious punches. Midway in the tenth round, Referee Ruby Goldstein called...
...Deborah Kerr over as bumpy a road to love as Hollywood has ever contrived. Deborah is an elegantly kept (by Richard Denning) lady with a Park Avenue lust nest; Cary is a charm-laden bachelor on the verge of merging with America's heiress with the mostest (Neva Patterson). From the moment they meet on a transatlantic liner, this cynical, money-grabbing pair feel an overwhelming compulsion to give up their comfortable arrangements for a tumble into each other's arms...
Lavish with time (his wife was Josephine Medill Patterson, daughter of the founder of New York's Daily News), Albright tackled the portrait with his customary punctilio. For the first six months, Mrs. Block sat five times a week, two hours a sitting, then came twice a week for the next 18 months. Albright rigged up an ingenious arrangement of black window shades that allowed him to concentrate the eerie light exactly where he wanted it. He brandished up to 25 brushes at a sitting, most of them not much thicker than an eyelash, applied them to a palette...