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Reagan's own introduction, from a recent "autobiography," is more earthy: The story begins with the closeup of a bottom. My face was blue ... my bottom was red . . . and my father claimed afterward that he was white.... Ever since I have been particularly fond of the colors that were exhibited--red, white, and blue...
World Town Meeting. In Europe and the U.S., television's showmen labored to exploit Early Bird's versatility. At their best, the programs were as moving and immediate as a closeup of Houston's great Surgeon Michael DeBakey repairing a human heart while fascinated doctors in Geneva looked over his shoulder. Europe watched troop movements in the streets of Santo Domingo while bullets still ricocheted across the Caribbean town. The Town Meeting of the World turned international as Barry Goldwater in New York, Dean Rusk and Sir Alec Douglas-Home in London, and Maurice Schumann in Paris...
Funny Hair. Rudi is content right where he is. He likes London, partly because "nobody laughs at my hair." (They laughed at it in Stuttgart, especially when he turned up at rehearsals one day wearing curlers.) His favorite picture is a closeup of his head which looks like Simba the lion in repose. A restless creature, he roams the streets late at night looking like some shabby fugitive, in his black wrap-around leather coat and Dutch-boy cap. Three or four nights a week he drops in at a private, after-hours Soho club called the Ad Lib, where...
...assemble for frame) in solid colors. Upon opening "Little Red Riding Hood's Hood," the puzzlephile sees nothing but red-506 pieces of it. Or if he prefers white or brown, he can work at two vicious circles teasingly entitled "Snow White Without the Seven Dwarfs" and "CloseUp of the Three Bears." For those overburdened with leisure time, the thrill in working out such finger exercises is the assurance that no deadlier way to kill time has yet been discovered...
Flanking King was Forman, his face twisted in a faintly childlike grimace. Again and again the photographers shoved him aside to snap a closeup of the doctor. Finally the SNCC field secretary stepped back a foot or two and plucked a shabby suit coat from a friend. With a huff of disgust, he yanked it on and buttoned it on over his soiled blue overalls. For a moment he lagged behind, morose and contemplative. Then, clapping his hands together, he lunged forward, linked arms with King and began to sing. "We Shall Overcome" echoed back through the ranks out into...