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...attacks were a considerable improvement over the usual rag-tag raids staged since the Bay of Pigs. The professional touch has Castro worried. The "pirate" attacks, charges Radio Havana, prove that a "plan of aggression" has been initiated by the U.S., "with the approved participation of some puppet governments of Central America...
...grab that muzzle and that off-horn and just try to wring his neck 'cause it won't break nohow." If the bulldogger's leverage is firm and his power is steadily exerted, the unstable steer will come flopping over on its side like a rag doll...
...rest of her body is even more expressive than her articulate legs and feet. For one exquisite moment in their carefree love scene, as Rudolf carries Margot downstage, holding her high, the bones seem to melt out of her joints and she becomes more limp than a rag doll. Nureyev is inspired by her virtuosity. In scene after scene, they act out the passionate affair of Marguerite and Armand. Denied an opportunity to show off his airborne virtuosity, only in the betrayal scene does Nureyev show the hot Tartar blood of which he boasts. Fonteyn dies fetchingly in her nightie...
...Cannon strums his banjo by the coal stove in his little house just south of the railroad tracks in Memphis. He plays and sings the songs he wrote himself-songs like Madison Street Rag and Walk Right In. Half a century ago, he toured the South with a medicine show, but the last time he played downtown in Memphis, he went to jail. He was giving a sidewalk concert for handouts when "the policeman took me by the seat of my britches and put me in his car." A $26 fine was proof enough for Gus Cannon that...
...waved at him with an old green rag, and Paris [the boat's skipper, Paris Jackson, 44] waved at him with a pair of coveralls. He was so low I saw a black spot with an eagle-or maybe an animal of some kind-on the body. He flew around a lighthouse at Elbow Key and circled back. Then he started shooting. I could see the bullets spraying in the water on the port side, maybe a couple hundred yards away. Paris hit the deck. God, I was scared...