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Take this scene at a hearing: Reich recounts that Republican Representative Jim Saxton yells, "'Where did you learn economics, Mr. Secretary?'" and, jumping up and down, "'Evidence! Evidence!'" Reich says he was attacked by cigar-puffing capitalists at a lunch speech: "There isn't a lady in the room. All men...ready for the kill." They hiss and shout, "'Wrong!' 'Bull____!' 'Go back to Harvard."' Great stuff, but it never happened, according to tapes and transcripts dug up by Rauch. Saxton was less Savonarola than Mister Rogers; the hearing was dull, even for C-SPAN. The lunch was breakfast...
...couple nights ago, I joined a group of about 10 fellow graduating seniors sitting in the Eliot courtyard beneath the starry sky. The mix of celebratory alcohol, cigar smoke and nostalgia wafted through the air as a midnight breeze swirled around gently. It was a moment I'll remember forever, one of those priceless gatherings of community. There aren't enough of them at Harvard...
...Dole. Buried somewhere in all this is that cigar box--the one all those folks in Kansas filled with nickels after the war to help pay for the last-chance operation that saved Dole's life. As he himself might say, Bob Dole isn't the kind of guy who sits still in an emergency...
...after a morning gallop, is ready for his first mare of the day. This year he's booked with 65--he breeds twice daily from February through June. The mares' owners hope he'll pass on his winning ways and invincible spirit, as he has already to progeny Cigar and this year's Derby hopeful Pulpit. In the afternoon Slew's a show horse: thousands of people visit him each year, and the champion savors the attention. "He's tough," says farm manager Dan Rosenberg, "but kind, and he'll do anything you ask him to do as long...
...phone and ask Gallo to change his design, he said it would have been "useless" to try. "Frankly, given his reputation, I didn't trust whatever he'd answer anyway." Jackson's flamboyant attorney, Fred Furth, a towering figure who strolled the courtroom corridors chewing on an unlit cigar the size of a flashlight, constantly jabbed at Gallo's "jug wine" reputation and drew a rebuke from the judge when he derided Gallo as the company whose wines "fry people's brains." Furth is in the business too: he owns the widely acclaimed Chalk Hill Winery...