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...parks and seaside beaches, the newest sports craze in the U.S. is the old game of touch football. The sport that once belonged to the nation's scurrying small fry has suddenly been borrowed by grownups with a yen to work off energy, ease aging legs into shape, sweat out a hangover, or realize Mittyesque dreams of gridiron glory. Touch has lately become an obsession with college kids, wheezing gaffers, giggling secretaries-and, of course, the entire clan of President-elect John F. Kennedy, who, according to old opponents, possesses "the best passing arm in the family." Says...
Winston Churchill: The Valiant Years (ABC, 10:30-11 p.m.). Opening as the new Prime Minister utters his first statement to Commons-"I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat"-the third episode portrays the retreat through Western Europe and the Dunkirk evacuation...
...time? Nonsense, young man (or lady), of course you have time. Never again, of the truth were most cruelly told, will you have so much. And how much do you think the Crimson asks from you? If you have visions of sweat-grimed candidates, polishing the boots of editors (who, as some will tell you, torture little children for the fun of it), studying and sleeping fitfully in the outer offices of Grand Masters of the central Cambridge Region, ah, you have been misled, inexcusably and disastrously...
There are some tourists who find Asia an endless torment. They are dismayed by ramshackle hotels, the stupefying odors of human sweat and excrement, the maddening delays and disappointments caused by the faulty Asian time sense. The special quality of the East must be searched for, and tourists who lack energy spend their hours sitting in dank hotel lobbies in Rangoon or Nara or Kuala Lumpur wondering why their travel agents sent them there...
...Fritz recalls, he was so broke that he could not pay $12 due on his rented piano. When three moving men appeared at his furnished room to take the piano away, Fritz sat down to play for the last time Herbert, then Liszt. Beethoven. "Finally I was covered with sweat and I looked around. It was dark out. The three men were sitting on the floor. One called the others aside, and they talked for a few minutes. Then each man took out $2 and gave it to me. This could only happen in America...