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...reluctance to abide by the constitution and resign as head of the junta six months before the Sept. 26 elections. One night as he was driving to Cochabamba, a gunman on a motorcycle roared out of the darkness, pumping bullets into the general's Jeep. Barrientos' bulletproof vest, say his aides, stopped two of the slugs; a third hit him in the left buttock. In no time at all, political and nonpolitical friends were beating a path to his bedside. A fellow general who had planned to challenge Barrientos' candidacy hastily withdrew. Other powerful officers rallied round...
...coupe that is worth its weight in lira back home. For years Rome's Questura security cops found themselves choking on crooks' exhaust fumes in their put-putting Fiats. But now, basta, banditti! In its own garage on the Via Nazionale sits a shiny black Ferrari with bulletproof windshield, a radio always tuned to headquarters, and enough notches in its tailpipe to frighten the Mafia. Last week it roared out to overhaul a crook in a Jaguar fleeing Rome with $160,000 worth of paintings. Last month it ran Luciano D'Antoni, "king of the jailbreak," into...
...artist, it spells adventure: thinking big, feeling big, painting big." Hendy attributes his museum's sudden jump of 26,000 in attendance chiefly to the new Cézanne. However proud, he is taking no chances. The controversial Bathers hangs alone in a guarded room, protected by a bulletproof Perspex plastic screen...
...Johnsons arrived at the Capitol riding in the same limousine in which Kennedy had been shot, now covered with a new roof of steel and bulletproof glass. In the car with Lyndon and Lady Bird was North Carolina's Democratic Senator Everett Jordan, an old friend. Lyndon was whisked to a private office off the Rotunda, where he inserted his contact lenses. Then he walked to the platform. The temperature was 38°,* but neither Johnson nor Humphrey wore an overcoat...
...Glow. They lined up and began the long march past the reviewing stand at the White House, which was walled by bulletproof glass and rimmed with scores of guards. Lady Bird was in a brilliant red dress and matching coat, Muriel Humphrey in a light-blue wool dress she had made herself. Both men's faces glistened in the glow of spotlights, giving them the look of a ruddy tan. And both seemed extraordinarily happy. Johnson appeared to recognize at least one individual in each of the 50 states' flotillas. Now he clapped heartily, now he smiled...