Word: autographed
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...thence, baffled applause still ringing in his ears, back to the Holiday Inn." Did Updike, invited by the Franklin Library, once agree to sign 20,000 volumes of Rabbit Run on the island of St. Thomas? Bech is lured by Su-perbooks, a subsidiary of the Superoil Corp., to autograph 28,500 sheets, at $1.50 each (Updike was paid a bit more), to be bound in pigskin into a special limited edition of his novella Brother Pig. The assignment carries with it an all-expenses-paid two-week working holiday in the Caribbean with the companion of Bech...
Attention, autograph hounds. Mr. Updike claims that some misadventure in his past has made it difficult for him to sign his own name. He says that he can handle John quite competently, and that the U, p and d of his surname present no insurmountable obstacles. But he protests that he clutches on the i and consequently botches...
Earlier, my secretary, Susan Clough, had brought me some photographs of Begin, Sadat and me. They had already been signed by Sadat, and Begin had requested that I autograph them for his grandchildren. Knowing the trouble we were in with the Israelis, Susan suggested that she go and get the names of the grandchildren, so that I could personalize each picture. I did this, and walked over to Begin's cabin with them. He was sitting on the front porch, very distraught and nervous because the talks had finally broken down at the last minute...
Amid the hoopla that features Henderson buttons, T shirts and balloons, the player still hangs out in "Henderson Heights," a 50-seat block of outfield seats he buys for underprivileged kids. Sometimes during games, Centerfielder Dwayne Murphy must tug him back on the field from autograph signing. "I get bored," Henderson admits. Says his former roommate, Pitcher Mike Norris: "Rickey is cocky, but conceit hasn...
...humid summer night, and as usual a crowd is stationed outside the stage door of Manhattan's Palace Theater. There are restraining barriers and a policeman or two, but they do not prevent pandemonium when she comes out. Autograph hounds demand her signature, and as her limousine pulls away, men thrust their cards through the window. "Give me a call, Raquel," says one pudgy fan with a wink. She smiles and passes his name on to her husband, Andre Weinfeld. "This one," she says, "is an accountant...