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Practically Pygmies. U.C.L.A. was not even rated among the nation's top 20 teams in preseason polls. The biggest man on the squad, 6-ft. 5-in. Center Fred Slaughter, is practically a pygmy by today's stratospheric standards. The club's surest shooter (22 points per game), Guard Gail Goodrich, has to stand on tiptoe to prove that he is really 6 ft. 1 in. like the program says. The closest thing U.C.L.A. has to a legitimate All-America candidate is 6-ft. 2-in. Guard Walt Hazzard, who averages 18 points a game, thrills fans...
...Been Sleeping in My Bed? It's that Martin man again. This time he is carrying a stethoscope instead of a six-shooter, but never mind. He's the same old Dean-o, and he's got the same old thing on his mind in this bedtime story, written for depraved children of all ages, about a Daddy Bear and a lot of mamma wolves he happens to know...
...goes by without half a dozen Celtics scoring in double figures. Towering (6 ft. 10 in.) Center Bill Russell is a moody defensive genius who takes special delight in letting an opposing forward get off his shot-then sticking up one great hand, ramming the ball back down the shooter's throat...
...that blazed the trails of the Western frontier was the famous six-shooter made by Colt's Patent Firearms Mfg. Co. One hundred and twenty-seven years after its founding, Colt is still capable of kicking up dust. After a lengthy dispute within the Pentagon over whether to adopt a new rifle, the Defense Department earlier this month granted Colt, still the nation's largest maker of pistols and revolvers, a $13.3 million order to turn out an ingenious Colt rifle that has already proved its worth on a new frontier: the jungles of South Viet Nam. Originally...
...that's what people in the family still call him: Gee. Later he said that Gee-gee stood for Golden Gloves, which he was going to win." Around Grand Avenue, Cassius was known as a prodigious eater, a pretty good rock fighter, and a deadeye marble shooter-when his parents let him out of the house. "Don't you take one more step," his mother ordered one day, as Cassius started down the front steps. Deliberately, he took one-just one -more. His mother said. "Daddy will strap you," and sent him to bed. Cassius used to dream...