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...Manhattan's sleazy Stillman's Gym, where he trained, a place full of the smell of dust, sweat and arnica, characters paid 50? to get in and crowd around. When Rocky, the biggest crowd-puller outside of Joe Louis, swigged water between rounds and aimed a spout at a funnel in the corner of the ring, they didn't mind being splashed. When Rocky elbowed his way through the mob to work on the small punching bag, the hangers-on tried to borrow five or ten, or find out "How's ya condition." Rocky liked...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sport: See Ya Later | 2/17/1947 | See Source »

Rodzinski played the piano in a cabaret to support his first wife and their small son. It was a big break when the local opera director let him conduct Verdi's Ernani: "The smell of the scenery, the makeup, the wigs . . . you can't get it out of your system. Ask any opera man." In 1924 Leopold Stokowski, visiting Warsaw, met Rodzinski, later hired him as assistant conductor of the Philadelphia Orchestra. When Rodzinski reached the U.S., the first thing "Stokie" did was to run his fingers through Rodzinski's slick and parted hair, "to give...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Music: The Master Builder | 2/17/1947 | See Source »

From Boca Grande to Naples, a terrible smell hung over Florida's west coast. On the sandy beaches, or tangled in mangrove swamps, lay millions of big & little dead fish, eels, crabs, scallops. Natives and visitors (including Coalmaster John L. Lewis) held their offended noses. So many tourists began hurrying home that the nervous Lee County Chamber of Commerce wired Washington (the U.S. Fish & Wildlife Service) for help and advice. Last week Army airplanes were spraying the masses of decomposing fish with DDT to prevent a threatened fly plague...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Science: Yellow-Green Peril | 2/10/1947 | See Source »

...jist fell outwards like the fallin door of a coal stove, and he upsot the gourd inside of his teeth. I seed the mark of the truck agoing down his throat jist like a snake travelin through a wet sausage gut. He smelt into the gourd a good long smell, turned up his eyes, and said, 'Barm of life...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Preachers, Varments, Planners | 2/10/1947 | See Source »

...earthly companions should be a happy place; it should leave you with the feeling that death is no curse, that all is not lost because of it. People will weep, of course, but give them a lift with beauty. Put living things around; flowers that grow, not bouquets that smell...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Art: Happy Mortuary | 1/27/1947 | See Source »

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