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...were on their own. Igloi's target: a 3-min. 54-sec. mile. Seaman broke fast-perhaps too fast; Grelle and Beatty took turns leading the parade through three quarters; then Beatty turned on his blistering kick in the stretch, beat Grelle to the tape by 20 yards. Sweat dripping down his face, he trotted anxiously back toward a spectator who was holding a stop watch. "What did you get?" he pleaded. "What did you get?" The timer told him, and Beatty's face fell. "Somewhere in there, I must be relaxing," he worried. "That's where...
...Music. Highlight of Liston's day is his public afternoon workout−as smoothly organized as a Broadway musical. The air is heavy with tension and dank with sweat; fans jam the 100-seat outdoor bleachers (at $1 a seat), and rock 'n' roll blares from a portable phonograph. Precisely at 2:30 p.m., Liston announces his arrival with an electrifying rat-a-tat on the lightweight "speed bag." He begins to shadowbox, sliding lithely about the ring, huge fists darting out at imaginary opponents. "Time!" calls a handler, and Liston begins to whale away in earnest...
...they decided to supplement it by taking advantage of an old custom of the church that allows members to "work off" part of their assessments. Says Ward Bishop George R. Hill, a professor of fuel technology at the University of Utah: "We like to feel that part of our sweat...
...Even in the sunniest of weather, the championship 7,045-yd. course is a clutching jungle of harsh gorse, spiny Scotch broom and impenetrable whin bushes. Ditchlike burns and sheerfaced bunkers dot the threadbare fairways; the postage-stamp greens are stubbly and unpredictable. Commuter trains clatter past while golfers sweat over tricky putts, and yowling jet airliners swoop low to land at Prestwick, only two miles away...
...tennis has been good to Amateur Rod ("The Rocket") Laver: it has lured away everyone who might make the nimble Australian redhead work up a sweat on the courts. For years. Lefthander Laver, 23, labored as a B-team scrub on the great Down Under squads that dominated amateur tennis, taking his lumps regularly from such talented first-stringers as Lew Hoad, Ken Rosewall and Ashley Cooper. Even after the varsity turned pro, Laver could not seem to win the big ones: he lost twice in the finals at Wimbledon, twice more at Forest Hills. But this year The Rocket...