Word: three-year-old
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Even the Preakness will not answer all the questions. Back in the barn at Aqueduct is a three-year-old colt named Dr. Fager, who won the mile-long Withers Stakes so easily last Saturday that he could have taken time out in the stretch run for a dip in the track's infield lake. Whichever horse wins the Preakness will eventually have to answer...
NAKED AMONG THE WOLVES. The story of the concentration camps has been filmed before-and with greater skill-but the theme of the indomitable prisoners bears frequent retelling. This East German tale of the inmates of Buchenwald attempting to hide a three-year-old boy from their Nazi torturers gives credence to the hope for civilization's ultimate survival...
Into the Buchenwald barracks comes a group of prisoners from Auschwitz. Among them is an ancient Pole bearing perhaps the most unusual luggage ever brought into the camp-a cardboard suitcase containing a three-year-old boy, orphaned and alone save for his gaunt guardian who has so far kept him from harm. When the Pole is transferred to another compound, the Kapos (trusties) and other prisoners combine forces to hide the child and save him from the packs of Nazi wolves who run the camp. But it is not long before the commandant hears of the "Jew brat...
...never been happier. I wouldn't trade places with God." So says George M. Foster, 57, who sold his flourishing Los Angeles ice cream and catering business two years ago to become the operator of a boat marina at the fledgling Arizona town of Lake Havasu City. Foster's spirit is typical of the 2,500 settlers in three-year-old Havasu, an "instant city" built by the California-based McCulloch Oil Corp. along part of the 45-mile lake behind Parker Dam on the lower Colorado River...
There is this fella Gus Ferrarri, whose wife is three people: Eloise ("round and sensual"), Rebecca ("wiry"), and Lila ("boneless"). Gus is 45, a 32nd-degree schizo who does not venture outside his New York apartment for 30 months; he is building a room within a room to become "the inside of his own skin." His three-year-old son asks him: "You're Mommy, aren't you?" The answer: "No. Your mommy is dead. Understand that! . . . All the mommies are dead. I am a monster who makes all the mommies die; I am a mommy-murdering monster...