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...visitor to Washington was John W. Hinckley Jr., 25, of Evergreen, Colo. He was in a surly mood. He snapped at a waitress who served him a cheeseburger in the terminal restaurant. He ate alone at the rear of the room, then walked back into the station's lobby, stalking about impatiently for an hour. He seemed to be waiting for someone...
...about the President's schedule, which disclosed that Reagan would leave the White House at 1:45 p.m. to address a session of the AFL-ClO's building and construction trades department at the Washington Hilton. The President had lunch at the White House in the family quarters. He ate an avocado and chicken salad, sliced red beets and an apple tart. Then he worked on his Hilton speech and stretched out for a brief rest...
...national renown was beginning to seem like work. Club membership had crept past 450, including a proud contingent from Carroll. Most were men, despite club advocacy of a Dull Rights Amendment for feminists (women don't seem to be comfortable with dullness, says Troise). Printing and mailing costs ate up the income. The organizers figure they made about $100 apiece. "Wefutzed around with T shirts for a while," says Glanting, but the only size that sold was extra large, and "who wants to have ten gross of T shirts in his living room?" Glanting was losing money skipping work...
...late 1960s, the Enquirer shed its "I Ate My Baby" image in favor of miracle diets, life-after-death tales and celebrity muck. A fact-checking department was developed in its Lantana, Fla., headquarters, and all gossip items had to be backed up by two independent sources-who were often paid by the Enquirer. But faced with flagging sales and increased competition from Rupert Murdoch's racy rising Star (circ. 3.5 million), Pope soon ordered up more pizazz. The outcome of the Burnett case and other suits may well determine whether he ordered up too much...
...several other Super-Saver regulars. Mary Ellen, a cashier, died her hair blonde twice a year, had a boyfriend she called Bonzo, and was saving up for a Mustang II with a red vinyl interior. Bill, one of the other assistant managers, never really managed, but he drank coffee, ate doughnuts, and leered at the younger cashiers. AT 5-ft., 7-in., he packed away a lot of doughnuts and weighed at least 300 pounds. In contrast, Susan, the head cashier, was 6-ft., 2-in., and thin as a Super-Saver broom stick. She wore spike heels, tight pants...