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...Harvard and B.U. will christen the 30th annual Beanpot tourney tonight, a situation that doesn't bother the coach of the defending champions. "It doesn't make any difference to me whether we play first or second," says Harvard's Bill Cleary. "The ice is a little better for the first game anyway...
...That nasty recession, it went and lowered expectations. But who "did" the recession? Ah, well. The logic of the supply-side stream has slowed to a trickle; why not take another boat? Christen it while Congress is still worried about "old" problems like taxes and spending. Call it the New Federalism. All aboard! Nothing succeeds like "success"; nothing recedes like recess...
Swing. Splash. Surprise. No one was more surprised than First Lady Nancy Reagan, 59, at the successful christening of the 560-ft. guided-missile cruiser U.S.S. Ticonderoga at the Ingalls shipyard in Pascagoula, Miss. Said she: "All I could think of was 'Lord, I am going to go down in history with Mrs. Truman!' " First Lady Bess Truman had struck out when she tried to crack a champagne bottle against the nose of the C-54 U.S. Capitol in 1945. Though that plane got no kicks from champagne, this ship did. Nancy, a righty (natch), uncorked a swing...
...inanimate scenes. Some of his ironic directorial comments are almost absurdist: After mob punks kill Joe for stealing their coke, his estranged wife Sally (Susan Sarandon) is left to dispose of the body. When she arrives at the hospital to take a look, there's a gala ceremony to christen its new "Frank Sinatra wing," and right down the hall from Joe's corpse peacock-plumed dancers are kicking their feet while a blow-dried singer (Robert Goulet) croons. "I'm glad to see you're born again, Atlantic City my old friend..." As Sarandon tries to phone...
...lure tourists to her home state. According to the plan, 7-ft. (nearly lifesize) likenesses of Parton's formidable figure will grace the sides of 30 or more 18-wheelers, along with the Slogan FOLLOW ME TO TENNESSEE. Parton was on hand at a Nashville truck stop to christen her first rolling billboard. Hefting a bottle of champagne over her head, she took a ladylike swipe at the monster rig and ... nothing happened. She swung again. No luck. And again. This time the bottle shattered on the asphalt lot. Coolly, Parton borrowed a wineglass and splashed some bubbly...