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...have eaten so well. As a table fish, the steelhead offers the best of both its worlds: its flesh has the pink color and high fat content of a saltwater salmon, the delicacy and firmness of a fresh-water trout. Stuffed with onion, lined with bacon strips, drenched in tomato sauce, wrapped in foil and roasted over an open fire, the steelie is enough to make a gourmand out of a gourmet. But it is the sport, not the stomach, that makes a steelhead fisherman. Snorts one oldtimer: "Catching a steelhead for food is like visiting the Louvre...
First he was the manchild, the impish chatterbox who dabbled in verse, ogled the girls ("foxes," he called them), drove around in a tomato-red Cadillac, and made everybody laugh when he announced that he was going to be the heavyweight champion of the world...
What next? Goodbye Foxes. Last week Cassius was in Boston training for his Nov. 16 rematch with ex-Champion Sonny Liston. The tomato-red Caddy was gone, replaced by a block-long black limousine and a Muslim chauffeur who wore a fuzzy fur hat. Gone, too, were the foxes-Clay is a married man now-and most of the 25 extra pounds he had put on this summer. This time Cassius was every inch the grownup pro prizefighter, determined to prove that what happened last time was no mistake. A rock-hard 215 Ibs. ("I'll be down...
...which produces 10% of the U.S. food supply but will lose its supply of cheap labor when a law admitting Mexican braceros to the U.S. expires at year's end. Newly developed pickers that enable 13 men to do the job of 60 harvested 10% of the California tomato crop this year. A Salinas firm has just started making a phrenological lettuce picker-it feels each head to determine if it is ripe-invented by agricultural engineers at the University of California. Other promising machines: a contraption that shakes peaches off trees into an inverted canvas umbrella, one that...
...heavyweights are everybody's heroes, with their tomato-red Cadillacs and gold-lamè sport coats, their 18-in. biceps and sledgehammer fists. When they fight, the whole world watches. So what happens? One punch, and it's goodbye Charley, let's do this again next year. It doesn't even seem to matter where the punch lands: Cassius Clay taps Sonny Listen on the arm, and Sonny takes the pipe sitting on his stool...