Word: talled
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...parents, Gerard and Tillie Nugent, have lived for 25 years in a small orange bungalow with fake-brick siding in a blue-collar Waukegan neighborhood. Gerard Nugent, district sales manager for a mutual-fund distributor, is of Irish descent. Mrs. Nugent's antecedents are Lithuanian. They sent their tall, athletic son to parochial grammar and prep schools and then to Jesuit Marquette University in Milwaukee, where he graduated with a B average in history. He earned pocket money by working as a parking-lot attendant and tour guide at the Miller High Life brewery. At school his friends called...
Brabham's victory in last week's Dutch Grand Prix was his third for 1966. It practically sewed up a third world title for the tall Aussie, and it came at the direct expense of Clark, who has been plagued by chronic mechanical failures in his 2.2-liter Lotus-Climax, has yet to win a race this season. Driving a more powerful (by 55 h.p.) 3-liter Brabham-Repco that he designed and built himself, Jack allowed Clark to take the lead, then forced such a fast pace that the cooling system in Jimmy's overworked Lotus...
...World Cup-a buxom, foot-tall lady hefting an octagonal bowl on her shoulders-is probably the world's least artistic trophy. Without a doubt, it is the most coveted. For the unlovely lady is symbolic of supremacy in the world's most popular sport, football-or soccer, as it is known in the U.S. This week, as the teams move into the final contests for the World Cup, the world is gripped by perhaps the most severe case of football fever in history...
...thanks to Marcel Duchamp, the surviving brother, the work has finally been cast in full scale-some 1,155 lbs. of bronze bulking 5 ft. tall-and is currently on view in Paris' Galerie Louis Carré. The gallery has wisely fulfilled the sculpture's kinetic dynamism by exhibiting it on a motor-driven turntable. This would no doubt have pleased Duchamp-Villon. "The power of the machine imposes itself on us," he wrote in 1913, "and we can no longer even conceive of humans without it. We are shaken in a strange manner by the rapid friction...
Lithe and handsome in fringed white buckskin, his golden mane glinting in the sunlight, dashing George Armstrong Custer stood before a tattered guidon of the Seventh Cavalry, smiting bloodthirsty Sioux hip and thigh. Finally, standing tall, his dead troops strewn about him, Custer faced a climactic Indian charge singlehanded and became the last man to die at the Battle of the Little Bighorn...