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Miami. Sunday, Jan. 18, 1976. Time is running out at the Super Bowl as the Pittsburgh Steelers are plodding down the field. They have controlled the ball for eleven straight minutes and have slogged to the Dallas Cowboy 18-yd. line. Franco Harris rams off tackle yet again for two more yards, and Coach Chuck Noll sends in Kicker Roy Gerela. His field goal gives the Steelers victory-3-2. There is total silence in the Orange Bowl. Everyone is sound asleep...
...youth crisscrossing Europe with his powerful and elite show-biz family. But there is another view of all the role playing. "To know Michael well is to know he doesn't have much of a center," says a colleague, "so he collects roles. He goes from being a cowboy to a pilot to a daddy...
...Stick to tennis," advised Steve Ford, 19, after he watched Happy Hustler Bobby Riggs, 58, try some bulldogging at the San Diego Country Estates. The President's son was there to take bronc-riding lessons. Riggs, meanwhile, had put on some cowboy gear, then tried (unsuccessfully) to wrestle a recalcitrant steer to the ground. Undaunted, Riggs promised a better showing in his next venture - a foot race across California's Death Valley against Australian Distance Runner Bill Emmerton...
...Saturday, Of Mice and Men features Burgess Meredith (George) providing the explanations for Lon Chaney (Lenny) in this film adaptation of Steinbeck's short novel. Steinbeck's work is an engrossing study of human dependency and love, and the often tragic results of an unequal friendship (long before Midnight Cowboy.) And also for those who like to argue whether the book was better, The Last Hurrah is at Lehman Hall this weekend. Most people think that's the name of an overpriced steakhouse; actually it's the title of Edwin O'Connor's elegiac novel about an aging lrish...
...indeed. In Plymouth, after a half-hour warmup by the folksy, dungareed, unnamed back-up band, a figure became distinguishable at stage rear. It was a masked man in a gray cowboy hat and black leather jacket, looking slender and spindly, picking his way cautiously forward through the microphones and cables. He gave his guitar a few licks and then, from behind the mask, started singing. The applause began to grow. After a pulsating rendition of an old favorite, It Ain 't Me, Babe, he pulled back the mask to reveal the familiar ironic smile and hawk...