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...that prevailed during his presidency of France, Charles de Gaulle flew off last week for an unexpected visit to the Irish seashore. De Gaulle and his wife Yvonne traveled by French military jet from a small airport near their country home at Colombey-les-Deux-Eglises to the Cork airport. They were met by Prime Minister Jack Lynch and a band of other officials, who hastily assembled to welcome their illustrious guest. The De Gaulles then left by police-escorted limousine for the tiny village of Sneem in County Kerry. There, in a secluded bit of southwestern Ireland, where...
...Lots of them, aren't there? Probably even greater than the number of euphemisms we've invented for the black. That's fairly good index of exactly how much our society fears homosexuals. Of course we feared the blacks, too, feared them even while we chucked 'em under their cork-blackened chins. But we feared them precisely because they were hetero. Aggressively so, we thought. And so we quickly learned how to castrate them. And we smiled benevolently and we told ourselves they were smiling back...
Died. Cameron Hawley, 63, bestselling author, whose four novels were mainly reflections of his 24 years as a businessman; of a heart attack; in Marathon, Fla. Hawley retired from Armstrong Cork Co. in 1951 to write his first novel, Executive Suite, a simplistic look at high-level corporate intrigue, and followed that with two more variations on the same theme (Cash Mc-Call, The Lincoln Lords), all of which made him far wealthier than most of his business colleagues. He suffered a heart attack in 1962, and his recent novel, The Hurricane Years, is a disquieting disquisition on the physiological...
...uncanny soundness of its literary judgment is demonstrated firstly by the fact that more people on this planet read the magazine and like it than any other magazine. And secondly by the fact that it buys nearly everything I write." F. Scott Fitzgerald walked the Post's cork-floored editorial corridors, his galoshes flapping, selling the short stories that kept him living high between books...
...menu gives them something to talk about." Alas, the wit is insipid. Along with the "martini-bopper's special," Fireman's own Tin Lizzie restaurant revels in marginalia: "Sit down in our barber chair and enjoy the last living 5? shoeshine, done with real champagne." Minneapolis' Cork & Fork follows each listing with an entry like "Lionel Barrymore, on one of his many visits to the Cork & Fork before it was opened, was once heard to remark, in his off-the-cuff style of humor: 'Say, this is good.' " And the menu of San Francisco...