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...rescue team's chief, Rupert Fothergill, 46, is mostly concerned with keeping his men alive. Fothergill himself has been bitten by a python and a rufus-beaked snake; one of his staff, while swimming, was bitten on the lip by a hissing sand snake. More than the animals and reptiles, Fothergill fears the dangers of diving into the lake where there is always the possibility of losing an eye on a tree branch or being impaled on a stake. Lions and elephants will be relatively easy to handle. Says Fothergill: "An elephant can swim a long way. It will...
...1930s and 1940s, Rufus Stanley ("The Coach") Woodward of the New York Herald Tribune, one of the burliest (230 Lbs.) sports writers and editors in the business, won a reputation as one of the best. When not engaged in playful mayhem-one favorite game of his was to sit across the table from some Spartan friend, trading shin kicks and guzzling highballs to numb the pain-he was busy beefing up the Trib's sports section, with a canny eye for talent. It was Coach Woodward who hired Sports Columnist Red Smith away from the Philadelphia Record...
...payroll-even on Woodward's staff. In 1948, during an economy wave, the management suggested that Woodward trim off a few sports hands, asked him for names. Barked the Coach: "Red Smith and me." Not long after that, Whitelaw Reid found a name for the trim list: Rufus Stanley Woodward. The new sports editor was Robert Cooke (Yale...
...Harvard '29), a veteran Trib hand who had been passed over for promotion three times, was moved up to the city editor's slot. Last week Executive Editor George Cornish-the same man who fired Woodward for "Whitey" Reid in 1948-fired Sports Editor Cooke. His successor: Rufus Stanley Woodward (Amherst '17). After leaving the Trib in '48, Woodward had drifted through a series of jobs, freelanced a bit, wound up as sports editor of the Newark Star-Ledger. Aging (63), quieting (he hasn't kicked a shin in years), the Coach found the sudden...
Churchill got on well with children and with pets, which he treated like backward, and therefore privileged, humans. His poodle Rufus. his cat Mickey, and a black goat that took a fancy to him as he was painting in Marrakech. were his special pals. And he could not bring himself to carve a Christmas goose. "You'll have to carve it, Clemmie; this goose was a friend of mine," he said to Mrs. Churchill...