Word: silver
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...tired of hearing that same speech." Week after frustrating week he was scheduled into small rural towns across the nation, carried on with grim determination to do his mediocre best, until the spark had gone, the acid evaporated, and only a handful of home-town cronies aboard the silver-and-blue campaign plane were left to dispel the gloom. "I know exactly what I'm going to do if I lose," he quipped to a friend, "but I don't know what the hell...
...China's Bureau of Mines, and a living legend; he was known as "the foreign mandarin" with "green eyes" that could pierce the earth. He advised the Russian Czar on the development of his huge mine holdings, made a fortune of his own, mainly on fabulous lead, silver and zinc mines in the jungles of Burma...
Bones & Bundles. If the first week belonged to the U.S., the second be longed to everyone. By the time it was over, 41 nations had divided up the costume jewelry. The U.S. did fine in sailing (two silver, three bronze) -but the 15 yachting medals were split eight different ways. Germany's balding Willi Holdorf, the oldest-looking 24-year-old in Tokyo, won the decathlon. New Zealand's incomparable Peter Snell, already the 800-meter champion, scored another awesome victory in the 1,500-meter run for what he termed "a nice double." Australia's Betty...
Cast in Steel. Everyone knows that Dan'l Boone could shoot the eyes out of a potato at 500 paces. But when Montana's Lones Wigger Jr., 27, won two medals in riflery at Tokyo (one gold, one silver), it came as a distinct shock to many U.S. sports fans who never gave a thought to the U.S. shooting team. Americans used to be big on bicycle racing-but that was long ago, before the two-car family. If the settlers hadn't tried to kill off all the Indians, the U.S. might have done better...
...without one). What was good at the beach was "obviously just as good in town, if only someone could figure out how to do it. Luckily, someone did. Just this month, Vogue magazine proudly presented the results of Paris Couturier Courreges' figuring: a pair of slippery, silver-sequinned evening slacks that underscore the area with a white satin bow. The cost? $3,695. The navel? No longer a laughing matter, it presents another sort of public problem: where to look and what to say to its owner...