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...Pucci seems to think that we American women will abandon the tops of our bathing suits. Hasn't he heard that we are all inhibited by Puritan ethics? Besides, if you wear his pocketless Capri pants, the only place left to carry money, cigarettes, etc. is in a bra or swimming-suit...
...Harwell, 26, a divorcee and the mother of two, to stay in his house and play the part of the tarred-and-feathered "victim" of segregationist hoodlums. And so, one night last week, Robert and Eva Lewis stripped Kathy Harwell to the waist (she insisted on keeping on her bra), sopped her in tar, sprinkled on the feathers, and bound her arms. They then headed for the county sheriff's office to report another minor incident-and to give themselves an alibi. To make things even more realistic, another young female friend of the Lewises set what was supposed...
...secret: kids may be lured into dark, cool caverns with promises of sugar-coated escapism-escape from the traumas of the Little League, respite from tyranny of the report card, surcease from the torments of the tooth brace and the training bra...
...choice seemed to fill the bill. It proved a huge hit with the Scots, who called her a "bra', bonny lassie," and also with the Sassenachs, who have dubbed her "Alexandra the Great." Britons of all walks of life have become increasingly fond of effervescent Alex in recent years as their fascination with Princess Margaret has faded. Since her marriage, the senior princess has drawn heavy criticism for shirking her royal duties while drawing a $42,000 yearly stipend from the government. Alexandra, unsubsidized and unstuffy, has filled the vacuum with easy dignity and endearing warmth. On her first...
...everlasting "wurrrk," and most of all to "Mum." But a beery night's fling in London puts him within communicable range of the dread disease. Cyrenne is a nightclub tart with eyes as impersonal as jelly beans, and a tendency to strip to a small black egg-cup bra in the twinkling of a false eyelash. The question of the evening: Will the parochial bumpkin, who admits to being 35 and is really 42, lose his virginity to the big-city floozy...