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...mementoes save that encounter for posterity. One is a scrap of paper which I shoved in front of the star's hands as he sat at a small table. On the slip are the capital letters T and C each of which is followed by some illegible scrawls...

Author: By Michael G. Messerschmidi, | Title: Messing Around | 4/11/1975 | See Source »

...composer Gilbert Becaud, whose most famous composition gave this film its American title. His presence seems a wholly unnecessary novelty, and his songs are performed on the sound track with no-nonsense billing in the subtitles. "Sung by Gilbert Bécaud" flashes on the screen every time a scrap of mel ody is played. It is not the sort of thing to brag about...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Cinema: Romance of the Century | 3/31/1975 | See Source »

...planes merit the museum treatment. Those destined for collection by scrap merchants are left in the most remote corner of the Tucson center. Many pilots and other lovers of aircraft find this "drop area" distinctly unsettling and tend to avoid it. Everything salvageable from the planes stored here has been cut, pried or wrenched off. Only hollow shells are left. A couple of flying boxcars sprawled wheelless on the ground look like great, ungainly fish, beached and gaffed. The last half-dozen B-47 bombers, or what is left of them, dip crazily, their wing tips on the ground, their...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: AMERICAN SCENE: The Great Arizona Aircraft Apron | 3/24/1975 | See Source »

...there have been no sales to any Arab countries. "The Arabs buy new," he observes. Last year MASDC salvaged $206 million worth of spare parts; sold, donated (to federal or state agencies) or returned to service $450 million worth of aircraft; and collected $3 million from the sale of scrap...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: AMERICAN SCENE: The Great Arizona Aircraft Apron | 3/24/1975 | See Source »

...THIS NOTION settles in my mind like a scrap of paper: I want to make all thirty miles in thirty minutes. The ungainly metal hull lurches forward, chattering like a rattlesnake, then shifting into a resonant moan. A small cloud of dust churns at my brother's feet--the pavement shows through a hole in the floor of the car--and he glares at it as though that's all that irks...

Author: By Anemona Hartocolhs, | Title: In the '55 Mercury | 3/3/1975 | See Source »

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