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...rear, buck and spin-at the rate of two turns a second. To be a hero, all the cowboy has to do is to stay on the bull's back, gripping with his hand and knees, for eight seconds and then bail out. But that can be the longest eight seconds in sport-or the shortest...
...first received public notice as a war correspondent during the Boer War. In 1900, when Queen Victoria was still on the throne, he was elected to the House of Commons, where he served--except for the years 1922-1924--until October, 1964. His Parliamentary career was the longest in British history...
...even consider the possibility of setting an endurance record for newspaper walkouts. All they wanted was to bring certain part-time circulation personnel under the Guild contract. But by last week, Youngstown's stubborn Guildsmen were well on their way to earning an unenviable title for forcing the longest shutdown in U.S. newspaper history...
...grotesque, funereal procession, the Vietnamese marine convoy pulled out of the rubber plantation-twelve truckloads of the living preceded by trucks and carts piled with dead. Thus, after seven days, ended the battle of Binhgia -longest and bloodiest of the South Vietnamese war. There were a few parting Red ambushes. In one a U.S. captain, leaping from a shattered Jeep, found himself staring down the muzzle of a rifle held by a helmeted, uniformed Communist soldier, shot the guerrilla between the eyes. Then the Viet Cong vanished as swiftly as they had attacked. The final score: 195 government troops dead...
Coagulated Syrup. The company's longest single item is "The Post Office," a sort of Our Town story as Kafka might retell it. A dusty, creaky, self-important postmaster rubber-stamps his way through bizarre, touching and humdrum encounters with the town's citizens. At skit's end, the postmaster is walking around with an inverted wastebasket covering his head. Poof! The postmaster disappears, but the basket is still there. This is typical of the evening's pseudoprofundities-here today, and a basket case tomorrow...