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...which come from fats of any kind, 5% from saturated fats. A sample menu: pasta al brodo (turkey broth with noodles), veal scallopine a la Marsala, fresh green beans, homemade Italian bread (no margarine or butter), cookies, a tossed salad (dressed with tarragon vinegar and corn oil), espresso coffee and fruit...
...president of the company, Stanley Marcus, 55, who scours the world looking for unique, elegant and off-beat items-and likes to sell them himself. This Christmas, for the well-heeled customer, he has a matched pair of Beechcraft airplanes neatly emblazoned "His" and "Hers" for $176,000, an espresso coffee-making machine at $250, or a roast beef serving cart for $2,230 (which, Marcus points out, "includes 300 lbs. of steaks or 600 lbs. of beef on the hoof...
...slightly blurred carbons of Elizabeth Taylor ... Since then, passing through the [Audrey] Hepburn phase, we are now being subjected to miniature Bardots." Most favored place in the sun, where thousands of newly affluent working girls now spend their vacations, is Italy. Hand in hand with the vogue for espresso bars has come the Italian look, with stiletto heels for town, tapered trousers for jaunts by Jaguar to Thames-side pubs...
...Espresso-Shop Idealism. A kind of D.P. poet, wearing moccasins and no tie, Herridge went to Northwestern, once held a poetry fellowship at the University of California. Leaving academe astride the flaring rationalization that "one should live at the center of experience of his time," he hit the road. He loafed, worked on road gangs, on farms, on beaches as a lifeguard. He published stories in Scribner's Magazine and the American Mercury. Following his Steinbeck period came his Hemingway period. Herridge enlisted in the Army Air Corps, flew missions over southern Europe. After the war, he padded around...
Still pursuing a freewheeling life, Herridge is apt to turn up at parties with two or three dates; in his office he keeps photographs-even an oil portrait-of assorted musky ladies of close acquaintance. He talks with espresso-shop idealism about TV, but he matches much of that talked idealism in his work. With far more non commercial daring than a David Susskind, he brings audiences a lot of the variety and vigor that TV once promised. Something less than television's first saint, he at least, in the words of one of his directors, "compulsively avoids...