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Kirloskar-"S.L." to his friends-is a compact (5 ft. 6 in., 150 Ibs.) man of 61 with bird-bright brown eyes and a penchant for gay-toned bow ties. After graduating from Massachusetts Institute of Technology in 1926, he got his little family-owned motor company to branch out into planters, seeders and harrows, invented a machine that speeded peanut shelling by 600% . Kirloskar has been branching out ever since, often by collaborating with foreign manufacturers. He runs his empire of nine scattered plants and 11,000 workers with a light hand. "I direct by invisible authority," he says...
...just as good in town, if only someone could figure out how to do it. Luckily, someone did. Just this month, Vogue magazine proudly presented the results of Paris Couturier Courreges' figuring: a pair of slippery, silver-sequinned evening slacks that underscore the area with a white satin bow. The cost? $3,695. The navel? No longer a laughing matter, it presents another sort of public problem: where to look and what to say to its owner...
...Bow-Wow-Wow. Material came from home too. When Ethel Merman sang the funny patter song By the Mississine-wah in 1943's Something for the Boys, she was singing about the river that flowed through the 750-acre property in rural Indiana, where Cole Porter was raised. His father was an Indiana fruitgrower, and his grandfather was a coal and timber baron worth $50 million. As a boy, Porter was a prodigy who was writing songs before he was ten. When he got to Yale (class of 1913), he immortalized the college mascot; Yalemen will remember him forever...
...place where Lou Gehrig went when other doctors had given up. (Mayo's confirmed the hopeless diagnosis.) It is the place where Lyndon Baines Johnson had one kidney stone removed by manipulation and another by surgery. It is the place to which Clara Bow, the "It" girl of the '20s, went when she was failing in the '40s, and to which Prince Feisal, now Premier of Saudi Arabia, went for an ulcer checkup...
...move very far from home these days without running into a squat, silent (except for a few rumbles) salesman who has become an unbelievable success by indulging its customers' penchant for convenience, impulse buying and gadgetry. The salesman is the ubiquitous vending machine, before which Americans stoop, bow and jingle coins as if it were a roadside shrine. The machines usually come through, too, and with less fist-pounding than ever before. Some 4,500,000 of them-or one for every 43 Americans -now dispense everything from gum to gardenias to greeting cards at the drop...