Carthage Any well-mannered kibitzer knows enough to button his lips as he leers over a bridge player's shoulder especially if the world championship is at stake. So the crowd that crammed a room of Manhattan's Biltmore Hotel last week to watch Italy's best take on a team of six of the best U.S. players was a little surprised when it was urged to break all the un written rules. "Hiss when you want to," said the master of ceremonies. "Cheer or boo or shout. The players can't hear you." The players were comfortably quaran tined behind...
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