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...line," says McMahon. "Johnny was doing a thing once about how mosquitoes only go after the really passionate people. Without thinking, I slapped my arm. It was instinctive. But it killed his punch line." For restraining himself, McMahon is well reimbursed. Just as Announcer Hugh Downs rose from the brow of Jack Paar to become a TV "personality" (Today, Concentration), McMahon is now a "star." He is host of his own daily daytime show, Snap Judgment, handles NBC's Monitor mike on Saturday afternoons, and plays "spokesman" for Budweiser beer. He's got his own suite of offices...
...State Department press room, the Associated Press reporter furrowed his brow as he argued with his editor on the phone about the "so-called student leaders"--42 student body presidents and college newspaper editors--who had met that afternoon with Secretary of State Dean Rusk...
...conferring in the dining room with Supreme Court Justice Arthur Goldberg, whom he had just named Ambassador to the United Nations. For 40 frustrating minutes Hurd watched L.B.J. get up from his chair, sit down, get up, pace the floor, tug at his ear, rub his nose, wipe his brow-in short, do everything but sit for his portrait...
Texas Across the River, on the contrary, shoots its cliches straight from the hep. The main characters are prairie prototypes, comically mugged. The hero (Dean Martin) is the bunkhouse bum: tall in the saddle, low in the brow, pronounces cow in three syllables, thinks "ideals" is what a man says when he picks up a deck of cards. The heroine (Rosemary Forsyth) is Pioneer Womanhood: wears what looks like gingham by Givenchy, stands behind eyelashes a prairie owl could roost on, pronounces cow in four syllables, passes for a lady in a country where census takers count feet and divide...
...specific policy decisions and because, quite simply, the minority leader is disarmingly affable and good-natured. Smiling and handsome, he prefers shaking hands to shaking minds. He retains the stocky build, the rugged appearance and vigor of his football days on the Michigan varsity. And his earnest squarely-cut brow wrinkles in disappointment at the first sign of ideological disagreement. He likes folksy, apple pie and ice cream humor (Any aspirations in the executive branch, Mr. minority leader? "Oh no fellas, my wife wouldn't let me.") When words or ideas come slow, Ford smiles man to man, and gestures...