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Those Foolish Fellows. What makes Mickey so good? Might, mainly. Most lady pros are plunk-plunk, soft, accurate hitters. Mickey is strictly wham-wham, the longest driver in the ladies' game today, perhaps the longest ever. "She hits the ball farther than Babe Zaharias ever did," says Veteran Pro Louise Suggs, "and she gets her distance entirely in the air. Babe got hers entirely on the roll." Mickey averages 225 yds. off the tee, often gets the ball out 270 yds.: with the help of a 40-m.p.h. wind in the Dallas Civitan Open in 1960, she actually overdrove...
Extra Schooling. A fifth year of college will be required of all school teachers, although elementary teachers can take it while working. In contrast to past practice, schools will not let teachers teach outside their academic fields-will no longer plunk an English teacher in French class to save money, for example. The so-called "Einstein Clause" is in full force; able artists or writers are welcome to teach in California public schools even if they never had a day's formal education...
...Alou dances boldly down the third-base line. Willie Mays grabs a handful of dirt and edges away from second. Yankee Pitcher Ralph Terry peers nervously at Batter Willie McCovey. A single means the ball game. Terry throws, McCovey swings. Crack! Second Baseman Bobby Richardson flings out his glove. Plunk. Joy, sorrow, delirium, despair-and cut to razor-blade commercial. For the 20th time in 27 tries, the New York Yankees are the world champions of baseball, richer by something like...
...might be news in the flare of a skirt or the flash of a new material, there was no basic change in hemline or shape that would force any girl in Duluth or Santa Fe to throw away her whole wardrobe. Still, no Paris showing, where countesses materialize to plunk down $1,000 for a little nothing, is ever complete without its crisis and its sensation...
...spare frame over the keyboard, as he did last week in Manhattan's Birdland, fixing his eyes on his belt buckle and stroking the keys with disembodied-looking fingers, he seems to be responding to promptings from far beyond the bandstand on which a bass and a drum plunk and sizzle quietly. The music itself often has a trancelike quality. A listener can find himself hypnotized by an Evans treatment of a familiar tune-My Man's Gone Now or My Foolish Heart-because it contains no qualifications or showy embellishments. It is, as nearly as Evans...