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...under a tent, the bidders sat on hard wooden chairs, and the average price for a yearling was closer to $5,000. The auctioneer's chant was only occasionally interrupted by Announcer Humphrey Finney. Eyeglasses perched precariously at the end of his nose, he chastised the audience in thick British accents: "Now, ladies and gentlemen, we're way too low on this filly. She's out of a stakes-winning mare by a half brother to the winner of the St. Leger." Then the auctioneer would continue, building purposefully to that inevitable climactic gavel...
...Part of an air duct came down on my head and I could not move. There was thick, choking smoke and water spewing from broken pipes. Soon the smoke began to clear. People milled about the crumpled, crying victims lying bleeding on the lawn. None, luckily, was dead. One girl, an employee of the hotel, had been completely buried under three feet of rubble. When they dug her out, all she could say was: 'I knew I should not have come to work today...
Slightly Monkish. The birthday was 40 years ago, though Brendel looks older; his high-domed, intellectual forehead is balding from two directions, and his pale eyes and thick glasses give him af slightly monkish appearance. Says Iris Brendel, his beautiful, Argentine-born wife, "We once received a letter from an unknown admirer which said, I only know you from your records. Are you as beautiful as you are talented?' We sent back a picture and that settled that...
...fingered a thick, blue-covered volume last week, Richard Nixon quipped to Russell Train, head of the Council on Environmental Quality: "Is there any color in here? Environmentalists aren't against color are they?" Train started to explain the high cost of using colored pages in Government reports, but the President raised his hand and went on: "What we want to do is get the color out of the water. Let's see," said the President, looking at the book's blue cover again, "blue skies, blue water. Maybe we should make that the slogan for next...
Trouble came to tiny Cliff Island, Me., on the second Tuesday in September last year. Residents of the wooded rock in Casco Bay were saddened but not surprised to hear what happened when Johanna von Tiling took attendance in the one-room schoolhouse that has nestled in the thick maples and spruce for 100 years. She counted seven students. A Maine law designed to discourage inefficient small schools requires a minimum of eight for a school to stay open...