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...Russians, Nikita Khrushchev. Alas for unlucky Pierre-he never had a chance. From the moment he was met by Aleksei Adzhubei, editor of Izvestia and Khrushchev's son-in-law, the swart, short, 36-year-old ex-reporter from San Francisco found himself up to his cigar butt in fast moving, stomach-stuffing Soviet hospitality...
Scott Fitzgerald and Budd Schulberg had never reported on Hollywood mores. With an air of almost embarrassing innocence, O'Hara introduces the cigar-chomping Hollywood producer who speaks in broken English, the star whose bed is in the public domain. His hero Hubie is something less than an ersatz, goyische Sammy Click...
...saint with money." Only once, in 1959, has he openly disputed an umpire's call. The ump's reaction was hilarious-he gaped at Musial, then whirled and thumbed Cardinal Manager Solly Hemus, standing silently to one side, out of the game. In the locker room, a cigar clamped in his caramel-tan face, Musial keeps things relaxed with an endless supply of gentle practical jokes and good-humored cracks. He once told John F. Kennedy: "They tell me I'm too old to play baseball and you're too young to be President. We ought...
...Pogo, Walt Kelly's pseudo-sophisticated comic strip, spoke a kind of Pig-Russian and bore an unmistakable resemblance to Nikita Khrushchev. He even talked like Khrushchev. "You forget prominent Russian proverb!" he confided to his companion, a bearded, cigar-smoking goat with a remarkable resemblance to Fidel Castro: "The shortage will be divided among the peasants." The goat broke out lunch-cigars and sugar ("One thing my country got like the dickens! Is sugar! y tabacos!")-and the two settled down to a dialectical argument in dialect...
...Schwind, Jr. (Boss Mangan) has absolutely no idea what he is supposed to be doing on the stage, but I suppose it is not his fault, but rather director Charles H. Flowers'. Mangan the irresponsible, somewhat inept industrialist, is perhaps not the cigar-chomping, slave-driving type. But Schwind's Mangan was far too foppish, and the five or six accents he tried all reverted to the original pseudo-Exeter Academy...