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...Marxian formula is simple, scriptless, and enormously successful. Each couple of contestants (three for each half-hour show) is given $20 and a chance to bet on their answers to questions in a given field. Quizmaster Groucho perches on a stool by the microphone, and chats with them between questions. He encourages them to tell their life stories, and as they talk, he festoons the impromptu dialogue with strings of rapid-fire gags, or simply guides his victims into verbal traps and lets them writhe. "Women are the best ones on this program," says Marx, carefully flicking cigar ashes...
Through luck, industry, and the process of squeezing assorted stool pigeons until they quacked like ducks, the Spanish cops rounded up five train robbers, the pants (Congressman Richards' still had a rabbit's foot in one pocket). Congressman Keogh's wallet and $3,800. They announced, not without a flicker of national pride, that the theft had been accomplished at the town of Las Casetas with a fishing pole. The Congressmen accepted their belongings gratefully. At week's end the Generalissimo received the visitors with the air of a man who runs in train robbers...
...range when his opponent tried to reach him with sledgehammer rights. Except for round six, when Lesnevich spent himself in a hammer & tongs attack, the fight was all Ezzard's. When wornout, scar-tissued Gus Lesnevich, his face puffed and bleeding, failed to get off his stool for the eighth round, the fight went to Ezzard on a technical knockout. In spite of the human virtues which had denied Ezzard Charles the true killer instinct of the great fighter, he looked like the best heavyweight in the game...
...stop the fight I will kill myself," breathed hairy-chested Marcel Cerdan to his manager. Then the middle-aged (32) middleweight champion slumped back on his squat stool in Detroit's Briggs Stadium, close to exhaustion. "My title . . . my title," he mumbled in French...
...Sacher stood up and shouted "I advise him of his constitutional right to refuse." Judge Medina stonily intoned "I repeat my direction." Gates was defiant: "I would have to bow my head in shame and I could never raise my head in decent society if I ever became a stool pigeon. Even under the court's direction...