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...score at 22-22. Then, with 32 seconds to go, Notre Dame's massive (6 ft., 225 lbs.) End Monty Stickles tried a field goal from the Navy 33, buried his head in a teammate's chest until he heard the roar of the hometown South Bend crowd that announced he had booted his team to a 25-22 victory in one of the year's memorable battles...
...Wellesley, Mass. 77 Brown, Kenneth R., Jr. '62 18 6:2 209 Des Moines, Iowa 76 Wile, Darwin C. '62 19 6:0 205 Middletown, Pa. 74 Greelish, William T. '61 20 5:11 196 Medford, Mass. 73 Noel, Harlan M. '62 19 6:1 230 South Bend, Ind. 72 Sheridan, C. Michael '62 20 6:1 195 Framingham, Mass. 71 *Nelson, K. Eric '61 20 6:2 210 Washington, D.C. 70 *Pillsbury, Robert L. '61 20 6:0 210 Norwood, Mass. GUARDS 69 Waterman, George H., III '60 21 5:8 190 E. Greenwich, R.I. 68 *Weidler, Jerry...
...vulgar, illiterate climbers. Flem's god was money, because money was power, and in the end it led even to respectability. To get money, he trampled over the less cunning, blandly jobbed the unsuspecting; he married the casually pregnant daughter of the big man in Frenchman's Bend, and with equal blandness allowed himself to be cuckolded by a banker because it helped Flem to become the bank's president. Behind him he left a trail of foreclosed mortgages, underhanded legal victories, cold-blooded assaults on human decency. In him Faulkner raised a monument not only...
...Wellesley, Mass. 77 Brown, Kenneth R., Jr. '62 18 6:2 209 Des Moines, Iowa 76 Wile, Darwin C. '62 19 6:0 205 Middletown, Pa. 74 Greelish, William T. '61 20 5:11 196 Medford, Mass. 73 Noel, Harlan M. '62 19 6:1 230 South Bend, Ind. 72 Sheridan, C. Michael '62 20 6:1 195 Framingham, Mass. 71 *Nelson, K. Eric '61 20 6:2 210 Washington, D. C. 70 *Pillsbury, Robert L. '61 20 6:0 210 Norwood, Mass. GUARDS 69 Waterman, George H., III '60 21 5:8 190 E. Greenwich, R. I. 68 *Weidler...
...ones, they get nerved up by the noise," he explained, "and maybe that's the best time-when they don't think, and want to get rid of the damned thing, and hit it. If he hits, he's a fighter. You see that pole bend down and that striper taking all your line and going out 500 ft., pulling like a bull, making circles, doubling back. Then he quiets down, and you think you've got him. You start bringing him in, and bang, he's off again...