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Washington gossips are wont to make unkind jokes about "Plastic Pat, the Wind-Up Doll." But Pat Nixon has paid them no heed. Pat, backed up by Daughters Tricia and Julie, made the rounds of wounded servicemen at Honolulu's Tripler General Hospital. She was completely relaxed with the G.I.s, who were as impressed with her as they were with Julie's interest and enthusiasm and Tricia's flowing golden tresses. The Nixon ladies then returned to Washington, but not for long. Pat leaves on a three-day trip to California and the Pacific Northwest this week...
...couldn't wait for an ambulance, so we carried him out to our car and sped off for downtown New Orleans, across the river from his home. His daughter carried his 99 pounds in her arms like a little black doll. I thought he would die on the way to the hospital, he was gasping...
...tremendous. There was a second line stretching for three blocks behind the band. It was just like the Mardi Gras. Above the head of the people, brightly decorated umbrellas began to appear. Some were very elaborate, with fine, plush layers of feathers on them. One had a big black doll dressed up like a carnival queen fastened to the top. Tassles, fringe, sequins. Green, bright yellow, and lavender were the dominant colors. One umbrella was deep red with black and yellow trimming, like a great flaming torch. It had "Soul Brother" sprayed on it in glossy paint...
...bounces onto the stage, pastes on her pretty Barbie-doll smile, and ingenuously asks: "Is it sock-it-to-me time yet?" The answer, of course, is a pail of water in the chops, the staple gag of Rowan and Martin's Laugh-In that has made Judy Carne the soggiest show girl since Esther Williams. Now, after two years of the routine, Judy's enthusiasm has dampened. In London to film All the Right Noises, she allowed that next season might be her last with the bucket brigade. "I'm fed up with the sock...
...with straight, waist-long blonde hair who doesn't seem to care about her new wealth. She lives in a ramshackle house in Los Angeles' Laurel Canyon, with secondhand trappings-brown velvet rockers, black and yellow crocheted throws, a giant antique wooden pig, an old piano, a doll, stained-glass windowpanes and a sewing machine on which she makes her own dresses...