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...little sweeter than the preceding one on Soviet-British-American friendship. It is amazing how those toasts go down past the tongues in the cheeks. After the banquets we send the Soviets another thousand airplanes, and they approve a visa that has been hanging fire for months. We then scratch our heads to see what other gifts we can send, and they scratch theirs to see what else they...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Europe: WE MUST BE TOUGHER | 3/28/1955 | See Source »

...wears it as a princess should. And when all else fails, there is Keenan Wynn. As somebody called Kovin, a confidant of the prince, poor Keenan has practically nothing to do all through the picture except to stride up and down in a red plush, heel-length smoking jacket, scratch his peruke, suck on a long-stemmed pipe, and grunt. It all gets a little eerie, after a while...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Cinema: The New Pictures, Mar. 28, 1955 | 3/28/1955 | See Source »

...Backlands poverty. The oil wealth has yet to trickle down to many thousands of half-nomadic rural Venezuelans, who scratch subsistence diets out of jungle clearings...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: VENEZUELA: Skipper of the Dreamboat | 2/28/1955 | See Source »

...Jock") Fearnought, 65 Ibs. of snuffling, bowlegged bulldog, got the kind of going-over that lavender-scented old ladies save for their lap dogs. A splendid anachronism from the days when Britons still baited bulls, 28-month-old Jock waddled into the ring without so much as a brier scratch or the toothmark of an honest alley fight on his tough red-and-white hide. Bored, and too lazy to walk a step more than necessary, he took the blue ribbon among nonsporting breeds...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sport: Best in Show | 2/28/1955 | See Source »

...bathe his opponents and the table as well. "The whole joint," recalled one victim, "looked like an explosion in a flour factory." There was Robert Cannafax, who would pull a knife and stab himself in his wooden leg when his game went bad. Everyone knew how to sneeze, scratch, or reach for a towel just as his rival was shooting. But few could imitate bald Onofrio Lauri, who was often accused of polishing his pate and reflecting the table lights into his opponents' eyes...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sport: No Need for Tricks | 2/7/1955 | See Source »

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