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...obvious that the girl had talent. She could talk to a television camera as if it were her pastor. She could smile lovingly at a new car and slip into the driver's seat while letting only a proper amount of knee show. She had a Grey Lady's sincerity and a sorority sister's charm. And she earned $150,000 a year as the Chrysler Girl on television. Then she suddenly announced she was giving it all up for grand opera. That's right, honey, her friends told her, lots of luck...
...endless expanse of bloated, rotting human corpses. Once, the ark floats over what must have been a large city, for "the inhabitants had surfaced with much of their household furniture: there were tables, chairs, bedsteads, washtubs . . ." When the ark at last comes to rest on Mount Ararat, the twins slip away with one of Noah's grandsons, Gomer, into a lonely and devastated world...
...Just One Slip-Up. Last week the Bears came up against the Eastern champion New York Giants in the N.F.L. playoff. And-crunch-defense won again. Onto Chicago's Wrigley Field pranced the high-scoring (32 points per game) Giants, with wonderful Y. A. Tittle and his acrobatic receivers-Del Shofner, Frank Gifford, Aaron Thomas. There stood the glowering Bears, aching to cuff them around. At 7:22 of the first quarter, Tittle lofted his 37th touchdown pass of the year-a soft, 14-yd. beauty to Gifford. It was the only mistake the Bears made...
...Eight. Journalism schools preserve a cautious silence on the subject of journalistic greatness. Last spring, when Dean Edward Barrett of Columbia University's Graduate School of Journalism let slip the opinion that there were only 18 "good" U.S. dailies, he was immediately asked for their names. Barrett declined the invitation. Said he: "You don't think I'm going to get trapped into saying that...
When he was transferred back to Sofia, said the charges, Georgiev remained in the service of the imperialists. Promptly at 9:30 a.m. on the first and third Friday of each month, he would switch on his radio and slip open his code book. All he really had to know was a little classical music. If the mes sage was preceded by excerpts from Beethoven's Fifth Piano Concerto, it was genuine; if it began with parts of Schubert's Unfinished Symphony, Georgiev knew the message was a ruse designed to foil would-be counterspies. For a while...