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With that kind of touch, the Chronicle's Hoppe (pronounced Hoppy) has needled his way into the top ranks of U.S. newspaper humorists. Although a shade less consistent than the Washington Post's Art Buchwald, Hoppe at his best is unbeatable. His special talent is to hold a mirror to life and let the reverse image reflect the absurdity of it all. Gentle and easygoing, Hoppe, 44, disarms his prey with kindness and smothers it with laughter...
More than any other Kennedy, Ethel has always been obsessed with athletics. Even today, a simple game becomes a do-or-die competition. Last summer, nearly six months into her pregnancy, she was bounding around the tennis court at Hyannisport, playing doubles with Mountaineer Jim Whittaker against Columnist Art Buchwald and Singer Andy Williams. Ethel's team lost. Furious with frustration, she knelt on the court and banged her head on the surface. Next morning, in a rematch, she blasted a forehand across the net at Buchwald so hard that it hit him on the cheek before he could even...
...Kennedy and a few close friends do what they can to fill a small part of Bobby's role as father. Art Buchwald holds irregular meetings of the "Blue Meanies," and entertains them with picnics, fanciful discussions and mock-secret projects. LeMoyne Billings, a prep school roommate of Jack's, recently took Bobby Jr. on a trip to Colombia. And Dave Hackett makes a point of attending each and every Father's Day at all the schools...
...Ethel, says Eunice Shriver, "Bobby was everything: the best sailor, the best skier?a hero who could easily climb Mount Everest if he wanted to." To keep up with him Ethel went to some pretty heroic lengths herself. Art Buchwald recalls a camping trip on which Ethel hiked seven miles out of the Grand Canyon in 119° heat: "I didn't think any woman could do that. Maybe no woman but Ethel could...
...behind two mediocre competitors, and profit-and-loss figures showed only losses. Newhall de-emphasized foreign affairs and accentuated a breezy-and sometimes banal-mixture of splashy local stories and columnists, including San Franciscophile Herb Caen and Art Hoppe, the West Coast's answer to Art Buchwald. One of the paper's series, probing the police department, went so far as to lead with the old saw about the dumb cop who found a dead horse on the corner of Guerrero Street and dutifully dragged it a whole block to Valencia Street because he couldn't spell...