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Girls meet men more easily than they used to; Antioch, for example, lets men visit girls in their dormitory rooms, provided that they yell "Man on!" as they enter the corridor. "Playing the field," Betty Coed style, is as outdated as the raccoon coat; boys nowadays want "dating security," and since girls want boys, the universal solution is "going with," "going along with," or, in a squarer phrase, "going steady." A boy often signals this understanding by giving a girl his fraternity pin, following up with roses delivered to her sorority house during a candlelight ceremony. Dating security leads...
...Prayers to Allah. At the airport, Johnson was pale and apprehensive. But as Bashir materialized like a genie in the plane's door, he soon let his host know that there was nothing to dread. Wearing a jaunty karakul cap, a trimly tailored frock coat and a 500-watt smile, the camel driver accepted the onslaught of press and public with the nonchalance of a Mogul prince. Nervously, Johnson apologized for the chilly weather. Replied Bashir: "It is not the cold; it is the warmth of the people's hearts that matters." In response to L.B.J...
...scene fades. Khrushchev can be seen tucking a large pair of scissors under his coat. He smiles...
Last Wednesday, resplendent in a mocha-colored sports coat, Chairman Adam Powell of the House's Education and Labor Committee arose on the floor to propose calling up the Administration's last-gasp bill. The customs of the House allow committee chairmen to try to bring bills directly to the floor on "Calendar Wednesday" without going through the roadblocking Rules Committee. But up stood Louisiana's conservative F. Edward Hebert, a Catholic, to challenge Powell's attempt to put the bill before the House. Rayburn promptly ordered a roll-call vote on the issue, commented sourly...
...firing line at Camp Perry, Ohio, the pigtailed blonde in striped shorts wiggled comfortably into prone position on the tarp, and consulted a makeshift wind gauge built of a bent coat hanger, a spent cartridge shell and a bit of nylon hose. Then, tucking the butt of a .22-cal. Winchester Special into her right shoulder, she began perforating the nickel-sized bull's-eye in the target 50 yds. off. With all this to watch, her male competitors in last week's National Smallbore Rifle Championships could scarcely keep their minds on the range. "Not only...