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During LeRoi Jones's outburst at the Village Vanguard, a small, rotund, bespectacled man, shaken with emotion, arose. "As a Jew and a white man, I hear you," he said. "What do you want us to do? What on earth do you want me to do?" Jones hit a nihilistic bottom. "Do, man? There's nothing you can do!" Nonetheless, the bulk of whites, some consciously forgetting and some consciously remembering their fears after Watts, will continue to do something. But the Negro himself must do as much...
Cherchez la Femme. Though the two have worked as a team for less than a year, sleuthing seems to come naturally to them, and with reason. Before joining Stern in 1963, rotund, nervous Münch was one of Germany's most popular writers of whodunits; rugged, imperturbable Heggemann has a natural flair for adventure, once crossed the Alps in a balloon. Stern Editor Henri Nannen (TIME, Jan. 25, 1960) put the pair on the case as soon as he learned of Zech-Nenntwich's escape...
...head of Webb & Knapp, Inc., whose interests have spanned from Los Angeles' Century City to Manhattan hotels, rotund William Zeckendorf is known as a spectacular real estateman. His losses have also been spectacular. In 1962, Webb & Knapp dropped $19.6 million. Last week, filing an annual statement that had been delayed so that accountants could untangle Zeckendorf's web of multiple mortgages, the company reported a disastrous 1963 loss of $32.3 million...
...week, the rotund, grey-haired man in the rumpled brown suit guarded the decrepit-looking envelope as if it were stuffed with gold. "It's always on my mind," he said, quietly aware that the envelope contained what everyone hoped might prove a musical triumph. An evening or so later, Carlos Chávez, Mexico's top music man and a major composer in any hemisphere, joined some 2,600 concertgoers to hear his Symphony No. 6 performed by the New York Philharmonic and conducted by Leonard Bernstein in its world première. Nearly everyone was disappointed...
With his short, rotund figure and his spade beard, Professor Norbert Wiener of M.I.T. looked like a harmless Santa Claus. Instead he bristled with versatility. He was a top-rank mathematician who fathered a new branch of science, an enthusiastic mountain climber, and a facile writer of both fiction and philosophy. He could talk intelligently on almost any subject. When he died of a heart attack in Stockholm last week, his colleagues the world over testified to a special sense of loss. For Wiener was one of a vanishing crew-a first-rate scientist whose curiosity and skills covered...