Word: cadillacs
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Died. Sydney Allard, 55, British sports-car manufacturer, the first to fit high-performance U.S. engines to rugged, road-holding British bodies, turning out a succession of highly prized Cadillac-Allards, Chrysler-Allards and Ford-Allards (in which he won the grueling 3,300-km. Monte Carlo Rally in 1952); of cancer; in Esher, England...
There must be times when Cassius Clay wonders what in the name of Allah has happened to him. Just yesterday he was "the Greatest," a carefree teenager who chattered amusingly about winning the heavyweight championship of the world and driving around in a tomato-red Cadillac. Now he is 24, divorced, in Dutch with the draft, condemned by Congressmen. He is the "champion of the world," but it is a smallish world: eleven states, the United Kingdom, Europe, Africa, Australia, and the Brotherhood of Black Muslims...
Under Sloan's pioneering presidency, G.M. emphasized the closed body instead of the open touring car, pushed used-car trade-ins, installment buying, annual model changes, and built a six-car price range from Chevrolet to Cadillac that encouraged buyers to trade up. Sloan had definite ideas about styling, and he did not always like what he saw, even at G.M. In 1957 he was particularly distressed at one industry trend. "They're not making cars any more," he complained. "They're making fins...
...happy solution would obviously be for a Cincinnati player to win the car. Oscar Robertson, who already has both a 1965 Cadillac and a 1966 Olds Toronado, was the logical candidate, but he had an unaccountably bad night, scoring just 17 points-14 below his average. With Robertson's modest defection, there seemed to be no way to keep Philadelphia's Wilt Chamberlain from winning the Ford-although he needed it less than anybody else, since he owns a $24,000 Bentley-and can't get into a Volkswagen. At 7 ft. 2 in., Chamberlain was just...
...fighter of the year," voted the Boxing Writers' Association. Of course. That's just what Cassius Clay, 23, had been telling the Chicago cops that very afternoon. "I'm the champ!" snarled the Lip when a couple of plainclothesmen stopped the 1962 Cadillac in which he was being chauffeured around the South Side. The car didn't have any license plates, and it was cruising slowly through a high-theft district-which attracted the cops' attention. Cassius-Muhammed Ali thought it was a clear case of lèse majesté, pointing to his Black...