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...crime and rackets would begin with the elimination of the Big Boss himself. Costello taxied last week from a quiet on-the-town evening to his apartment house on Manhattan's Central Park West. In the building's vestibule an ill-wisher met Costello, plunked one .38 slug into his head at ten-foot range, departed in a black Cadillac. The bullet, a hatband-guided missile, burrowed like a chigger in a short curve underneath Costello's scalp, and came out at the other side of his head without even nicking his skull. At week...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: People, may 13, 1957 | 5/13/1957 | See Source »

...bout this summer between Robinson and Carmen Basilio, the free-swinging welterweight titleholder, would gross $1,000,000. Debonairly ignoring three Internal Revenue Service men who lurked in a nearby showerstall after attaching $23,000 of his $67,000 purse, Robinson said that he was more than ready to slug with Basilio. Said the champ: "Fighting's my business...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sport: A Left-Handed Message | 5/13/1957 | See Source »

...less technically adequate paintings, I like Jonathan Beecher's Slug Two. It is an imaginative tour de force, creating a colorful world of humorous spooks and goblins. A very different key is struck by William Reed in a cool mountain landscape that shows a sensitive handling of color and light...

Author: By Lowell J. Rubin, | Title: Undergraduate Art | 5/13/1957 | See Source »

...thinkers; Sam Spade is a tough monkey with a head as soft as the next guy's when it meets a flying blackjack or a loaded whiskey. Hammett's policemen aren't nice fellows; there is little romance in their jobs and they often become upset. Sometimes they even slug law-abiding citizens...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Maltese Falcon | 1/23/1957 | See Source »

...Sept. 24, 1955, Stanislaw Lopuszynski walked into the office of a Warsaw doctor and complained of a pain in his head. He had good reason to complain: there was a bullet in his skull. After the slug was removed, police came to Lopuszynskrs bedside and patiently reconstructed his movements of the few previous days. Lopuszynski remembered driving near Cracow with a friend named Wladyslaw Mazurkiewicz after a night of heavy drinking. A loud explosion had suddenly awakened him from a snooze. "It's nothing," his companion had said. "I just wanted to scare you with a firecracker...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: POLAND: The Joys of Private Enterprise | 8/27/1956 | See Source »

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