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...contest could be a replica of the Crimson's 51-44 loss last week to Army. The two military academies have identical strengths. They are both well-balanced and possess unusual depth in the sprints. Both are week only in areas where the Crimson does not excel...
...comparison between Lindsay and Kennedy is misleading as well as invidious. Today, at least, Lindsay does not possess the late President's polish and poise, his gleaming wit and easy public charm. A more fundamental difference between the two men is that John Lindsay is comparatively a self-made man. He was not raised in a family that was grooming a son to be President, nor was he raised in multimillion-dollar opulence by a father filled with angry ambition and the sting of Boston's social rebuffs...
...problems stem from more than just inexperience. There is a lack of the balance and quickness linemen like Savidge and Stas Maliszewski possess. And of course, the constant shifting of personnel has hampered the cohesion that any unit develops only after long and constant practice together...
...situation is this: the CCA possesses the financial and political organization (and unity) necessary for city-wide campaigns, but lacks a broad base of popular support. The independents apparently possess the broad base of support, but lack the unified organization. If the independents can unify rapidly, the CCA will get clobbered. If they can't, a whole range of unpredictable possibilities appear...
...desolate finality. You've Let Yourself Go is an unsparing plaint of conjugal disenchantment. Aznavour has none of the rakish charm of Maurice Chevalier, the ebullient high spirits of Charles Trenet, or the blatant sex appeal of Yves Montand. But he has two qualities that none of them possess with the same intensity-fire and sorrow. He was trained by Edith Piaf, and if one closes one's eyes, one can hear her pain as well as her phrasing in his voice. Aznavour's notes are wounds into which the salt of life has been rubbed...