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...something they talk about openly in China. Nor do they dress with it in mind. The country's slim, trim women wear no perfume, jewelry, nail polish, or shadow on their almond eyes; for the most part, they march around in the same austere white shirts, shapeless blue pants and sandals as the menfolk. While early marriage is discouraged (men are urged to wait until they are at least 28, women 25), the People's Republic frowns equally on premarital amour, and the unappetizing national costume seems designed to defuse dalliance...
...Shah made no public appearances in Morocco, more at his host's insistence than his own. The local press was commanded to ignore the royal visitor. At the urging of foreign newsmen, the couple appeared for an informal picture session, at which mint tea, almond milk, and cookies were served. At first the Shah, natty in gray slacks and blue blazer, greeted the press wanly. He cheered visibly after spotting several old acquaintances among the correspondents. But Moroccan security guards shooed the reporters away before a full-scale press conference could develop...
That she possessed a worldly knowledge of her subject is evident from the photographs in this charming album. Feline, with almond eyes and "reddish, frizzly, rather African-looking hair," in Truman Capote's recollection, Colette radiated a sensual elan that captured France for half a century...
...lunchtime, Bui pulls into the driveway of the spacious four-bedroom, $36,000 house that he and his wife Simone have just bought and renovated. Three beautiful almond-eyed children rush up to greet him. "Gimmee some Co-ak," shouts 5½-year-old Thienan (nicknamed Firecracker) in a disconcerting Southern drawl. "I speak Vietnamese to him and he answers me in English," says Dr. Bui. Thien Nga, who at 3½ is nearly as tall as her brother, and Jo Ann, 2, both born in the U.S., compete for Bui's attention. The household also includes 14-year...
...think I've died and gone to heaven," sighed a portly conventioneer at the New York Hilton's Rhinelander Gallery. He was not, as the conventional wisdom might suggest, fondling a blond or slurping a Scotch. He was excavating a nut-topped jamoca almond fudge, his choice from 32 cholesteroliferous varieties of ice cream dispensed at a 200-ft. bar by Detroit Diesel Allison during the four-day American Trucking Association's convention in October. The ice cream spectacular, with miniskirted waitresses, straw-hatted scoopers and a candy-striped orchestra, was only one of the multitudinous extravaganzas...