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Northwest's angry pilots were out for three months. They finally agreed to a three-year contract calling for a 29% pay-and-benefits increase. The most junior officers' pay will rise from $15,564 a year to $18,504, and senior pilots' salary will soar from $60,600 to $66,816. The Air Line Pilots Association compromised its main demand that the company rehire all 1,619 pilots employed before the strike. It accepted Northwest's offer to rehire 1,425 immediately and set up a schedule for recalling the rest...
...status-and income-of chess masters continue to soar. Up in Iceland, a relaxed and happy Bobby Fischer feasted on suckling pig, sipped a sinister-sounding potion called Viking's Blood, danced with a pretty blonde named Anna Thorsteinsdottir, and uncharacteristically arrived ten minutes early for a meeting with Iceland's President Kristján Eldjárn. The world chess champion's chief worry, in fact, was how severely lawsuits would deplete the $154,687.50 purse he won for trouncing Russia's Boris Spassky. No matter. With offers flooding in (endorsements, book rights, exhibitions), Bobby...
...defeat was no national disaster for Russia; after all, chess is a game, not warfare. Still, it is fascinating to speculate about the geopolitical implications. If pure hearts no longer prevail, what then is the future of the Soviet communal ideal? Perhaps the senses should now be allowed to soar in Russia, personal competitiveness be exalted, and the model of the disciplined intellect be scrapped in favor of the search for self-comfort in cars, cuisine and water beds. And if a brainy kid from Brooklyn becomes the all-American hero, should not the U.S. close its bars, shutter...
...Evel Knievel, who, by rough count, broke his 101st, 102nd, 103rd and 104th bones at the Michigan State Fairgrounds last week. The latest fracture of his collarbone and ribs will not, of course, deter Knievel from his scheduled motorcycle leap this week in Sacramento, Calif., where he aims to soar over a pit filled with cars, mountain lions and 100 rattlesnakes...
...fluidity. The most fantastic appearances are lent an ceric reality by celluloid and by the night. At night and on film, the huge painted sky shadowing Twentieth's "Western Town" (a sky which, by day, seems absurdly naive in its patent fakery) loses its hard edges and seems to soar up into the "real" sky. Its splashes of white cloud float free, lit by a moon whose own reality you cannot feel sure...