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Five minutes later, the cars arrived at the emergency entrance of Parkland Memorial Hospital on Harry Hines Boulevard. The agents ran inside to get stretchers. John Connally was still conscious. The President had never known what hit him. Jacqueline Kennedy, even then proving that she had courage enough for a dozen, calmly continued to cradle her husband. Stretchers were brought out and both men were placed on them. Jackie, her skirt and stockings blotched by blood, helped get the President out of the car and, her hand on his chest, walked into the hospital beside him. Lyndon Johnson walked into...
...would never mention Khrushchev," says Editor Ferdinand Mendenhall of the Valley Green Sheet, "unless he drops a bomb on Van Nuys Boulevard." The Decatur-De Kalb News has some 6,000 "associate editors"-all of whom paid $2 for the title, and many of whom submit stories to the paper. In Topsfield, Mass., the local school bus driver, an energetic amateur photographer, snaps all the pictures for Topsfield's giveaway paper, the Tri-Town Transcript...
...Where the Blazed Trail Crosses the Boulevard" has long been the motto of the most deluxe sporting goods store in the U.S. and perhaps the world. The boulevard is Manhattan's Madison Avenue; the trail is one that has been blazed by kings of Belgium and Thailand, princes of Monaco and Saudi Arabia, plus Presidents of the U.S. from Theodore Roosevelt through John F. Kennedy. The store is Abercrombie & Fitch. These royalty, as well as lesser mortals, have outfitted themselves with $2,850 shotguns and $12.95 spinning reels, father-and-son boxing gloves, camel saddles, falcon hoods, cross-eyed...
Some of the time, Mosher manages this empire from an apartment over Wilshire Boulevard, where he lives with his second wife Leedja, who once was his secretary-and an old love: plenty of orchids...
Clad in a snappy suit, Pierre hits the boulevard. He offers to carry a pretty girl's parcels, and they turn out to belong to a fat woman walking behind her. He crashes through the bushes in the park to give a lump of sugar to a poodle on a leash, discovers that the leash holder is walking a baby, not a dog. He prances up behind a sports car to doff his hat to a long-haired blonde in the front seat, only to find that she is an Afghan hound, not a mademoiselle. In a nightclub...