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Nonetheless, the store's blazer-clad salesmen are glad to see customers like Richard and Liz Burton, who ordered 70 pieces of matched luggage for themselves and a maid not so long ago. Or the woman who came in to browse among 60 different kinds of alligator handbags and picked a black Javanese one for $1,200. Months ago, the management concluded that it was time to lay such baubles before the affluent outside New York. The San Francisco store, scheduled to open in November, is just the first. "We are looking West, but that...
...Carnovsky has been dressed in a blue blazer and grey flannels. When he realizes he is not winning and that more drastic tactics are needed, he doffs his blazer and carries on the fight in sweater and shirtsleeves. In the end he loses not only Antigone, but also his son Haemon and his wife Eurydice. Now he is alone, and has only the living death of a cabinet meeting to look forward to. It is a touching moment when he tells his little page, winningly played by Billy Partello, "Never grow up if you can help...
...five 13th hole. And Nicklaus? Playing like any duffer, he staggered through a second-round 79, missed the 36-hole cut, and joined the spectators-staying around the last two days only to perform the formality of helping the new champion into his winner's blazer...
...blazer belonged to Brewer. On the last day, trailing Bobby Nichols, Julius Boros and Bert Yancey by two strokes, he wiped out that margin with three straight birdies on the 13th, 14th and 15th holes. When he trudged onto the 18th green to line up an 18-ft. putt, he was leading Nichols by one stroke, Yancey by four and Boros by five. Taking no chances, Gay lagged the ball to within 2 ft. of the hole, tapped in for a 67 and a 72-hole total of 280-eight under par-and went off to collect...
...Orwellian impact unsettled even hard-boiled Communist newsmen. Through a curtained doorway in Hanoi marched a husky American prisoner of war clad in purple and cream striped pajamas. He looked healthy enough, except for his eyes; as the strobe lights winked, they remained as fixed and flat as blazer buttons. Then, at a word from his captors, the American bowed deeply from the waist like a Manchurian candi date, repeating the abject gesture in all directions about a dozen times. At an other command, he turned on his sandaled heel and marched stiffly from the room...