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...square (a stroller can drift from place to place with the same drink in his hand all evening if he has a mind to). There is plenty to do, and the way is never blocked by cover charges. At the Opera House, where a frieze of 2,500 croquet balls ("I got them all for $8." says the proprietor) and mallets decorates the walls, there is Dixieland jazz. The Vanity Fair, a sort of English pub is built mostly from old telephone booths painted red and black. O'Connell's features Irish pipers, who lead customers in impromptu...
Bunions & Scars. At a house party in Fiedler's masterpiece of fictional illness, Nude Croquet, the middle-aged guests decide to shuck their clothes and play croquet in the buff. In the peep show that follows, the readers see "bulges and creases and broken veins, bunions and scars and grizzled hair . . . Leonard, vaguely hermaphroditic, pudgy and white; Eva, her cross falling just where her pancake makeup gave way to the slightly pimpled pallor of her skin; Achsa, tallow-yellow and without breasts; Beatie, marked with the red griddle of her corseting and verging on shapelessness; Marvin, sallow and unmuscled...
Warm Seats & Melted Silver. In Chichester last week for the 100-mile Goodwood International Grand Prix, Moss played himself to the hilt. Supercharged and sassy, he played croquet, guzzled fruit juice at a cocktail party thrown by the Duke of Richmond and Gordon (whom he irreverently called "Your Gryce" in a broad Cockney accent), stayed up twisting at a country dancehall until 2 a.m. On race morning, while other drivers, taut and nervous, brooded over seltzer and coffee, he happily downed a huge breakfast, described the novel furnishings he was planning for his bachelor digs in London: a heated toilet...
...impressive and wildly varied shelf of gold cups. Ely Culbertson called him "the best amateur bridge player in the country," and Actress Mary Astor, in her celebrated diary, described him as the "perfect" lover. "I take no games lightly," said the playwright, and he did not. He played croquet, his literary set's favorite outdoor pastime, with ferocity, assuming a stance that reminded Woollcott of "a morning-glory vine climbing a pole." He was one of the deadliest pot rakers of the most famous seated gathering since King Arthur's, the Thanatopsis Literary and Inside Straight Club...
...Scottsdale, near Phoenix, Ariz., one day last week, a trailer-towing car tooled into the Oasis Mobile Home Park. The driver and his wife gazed appreciatively at the neat flower beds and the swimming pool, the recreation hall and the nine-hole putting green, the croquet court and the three shuffleboard courts. The weekly schedule of activities, posted by the "sunshine girl" or social director, revealed plans for potluck dinner, pinochle games, bridge night, dancing, and classes in ceramics and art. The well-fitted trailers-preferably called mobile homes-were leashed to water lines and TV lines, phone lines...