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Speed Line Chrome. The bucket seat is everywhere; Cadillac's special Eldorado achieves the ultimate in conspicuous consumption of space by putting buckets in the back, thereby sacrificing an extra passenger for the bucket's thronelike comfort. Racing-style stick shifts sprout from car floors, even when they are really only disguised automatic transmission levers. Tachometers stare from dashboards to dazzle the Sunday driver with precious information as to how many revolutions per minute his motor is delivering. And where car nomenclature once connoted carriage-trade-victoria, brougham, landau-the new names and models now smack of high...
...everything turn to ashes in his mouth? No sirree. Another day, and Cassius was back home in Louisville, hurrying over to Standard Cadillac Co. to collect his reward. He rushed into the showroom, flung his arms high, and shouted: "Tomato-red Cadillac convertible, I am here!" Tomato-red Eldorado wasn't there, and there wasn't one in all of Louisville. But it will be, and in the meantime Cassius could console himself with his $13,500 out of the purse and $10,000 from the 38-city telecast...
Shortly after leaving Gettysburg to unlimber on Palm Springs' Eldorado links, Dwight D. Eisenhower insisted that he hadn't "a plan beyond this next stroke." But the lure of the pen soon proved mightier than the mashie, and the war chronicler-whose 1948 Crusade in Europe sold 1,500,000 copies and earned him $635,000-promised an updater. Ike's subject: "My eight years in the presidency and the lessons I believe can be drawn therefrom...
...kitchen debate with Khrushchev and the tremendously moving Warsaw crowd that greeted Nixon, all of my most vivid Washington bureau memories, I realized, were associated with Eisenhower. And of those, the two most vivid involve a dinner at the White House and the tenth tee of the Eldorado Golf Course at Palm Springs, Calif...
...Eldorado I suffered the terrifying experience of jamming the shoe on the other foot. Having often watched the patient President tee off, my foursome of reporters found itself in the position of being watched by Ike, who had stepped over from the 13th green to watch our drives. This was all right for the other three, all better-than-average golfers. Since I have never broken 100 and have been known to endanger spectators no more hazardously placed than at right angles to my line of fire, my vision blurred, my knuckles went white, my breathing became irregular...