Word: bearding
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...rolling gait of the camel I dreamed his face: neck muscles, taut; eyes, direct, alert. But when we approached the camp he stood tallow beside the iron of his father, his beard combed so, his eyes on the servant, never on me. I was not prepared for the courteous awkwardness of his hands on my robe, his lips like a slug. He loved me with the cowed need of an abused child...
Republican Governor Robert Bennett, 51, brushed aside two token primary opponents. Even Republicans, however, complain that he does not seem to be much of a Kansan with his beard and his officious manner. He is also under attack for the rise in property taxes. But his Democratic opponent, John Carlin, 38, the boyish-looking speaker of the Kansas House of Representatives, is still relatively unknown in a state where Republicans out-number Democrats three...
Today National Lampoon, the brainchild of Douglas Kenney, Henry Beard and Robert Hoffman, is a show-biz empire of comedy. Not only has the magazine been a huge success (circ. 600,000), but it has also launched popular spinoffs: books, records (three Grammy Award nominations), stage revues, a radio show. Better still, the Lampoon has nurtured a new generation of comic talent. Many of the creators of NBC's Saturday Night Live, including Michael O'Donoghue, the Chief Writer, are Lampoon alumni. That show's Not-Ready-for-Prime-Time-Players Chevy Chase, John Belushi, Gilda Radner...
...deserves particular credit for the growth of the Lampoon's diverse enterprises, it is Matty Simmons, 51, the man whom Hoffman, Kenney and Beard approached in 1970. A co-founder of the Diners' Club, Simmons quickly saw the need for the Lampoon. "Even the Soviets had adult humor magazines," he recalls, "but we hadn't had one for 30 or 40 years. Once the Lampoon came out, it was the fastest-growing magazine in the country...
...joining the Show Biz Kids in Hollywood by the swimming pool and the shapely bods. The wiry Irish class clown and streetcorner toker from White Harlem still enjoys visiting his mother in the old neighborhood, and seems to gain perspective on his life as he ages. Soon his funny beard will turn gray--and age and eternity aside, it is painful to imagine that George Carlin will become a prisoner of his own words...