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...princess's story. The long drive to the memorial is flanked by 36 newly planted young oaks, one for each year of Diana's life. The estate opened to the public on July 1, her birthday, and will shut its gates until next summer on Aug. 30, the eve of the anniversary of her death. But numbers tell a bit of her brother's story too. With 152,000 tickets sold at $15.70 apiece, the earl will be bringing in nearly $2.4 million. Much of the world is aware of how expensive it is to be an earl and master...
...attacks have reduced the population from 12,000 to 2,000, and the village remains under Serb mortar fire. He brushes aside Holbrooke's plea for a cease-fire and says the guerrillas will fight until Kosovo wins independence, or until death. "It reminds me of Bosnia on the eve of war," Holbrooke says as he leaves. "Both sides are ready to fight...
...with power. The invitees gathered in the rotunda of the Guggenheim Museum in Manhattan to view 15 bikini-clad models staring into space atop their high heels. But the glitziest affair in recent months was a reading of The Vagina Monologues, a performance piece about female private parts by Eve Ensler that attracted Uma Thurman, Winona Ryder and Calista Flockhart, among others. The actresses had come to raise money to fight domestic violence, but the cause seemed lost amid the event's giddy theatrics. Featured were Marisa Tomei on the subject of pubic hair (sample line: "You cannot love...
...Edison Electric Institute, which represents the public utilities that generate more than three-quarters of the country's electricity. "People forget that electric utilities have equipment failures and outages all the time," says Arnold. He acknowledges that "it's not going to be a typical New Year's Eve" in 1999. But, he adds, Y2K "is not like a storm or a random failure. We know this one is coming...
...some knucklehead in his soul too. While a genial fountain of joy, Armstrong was a street boy, and he had a dirty mouth. It was his shooting off a pistol on New Year's Eve that got him thrown into the Colored Waifs' Home, an institution bent on refining ruffians. It was there that young Louis first put his lips to the mouthpiece of a cornet. Like any American boy, no matter his point of social origin, he had his dreams. At night he used to lie in bed, hearing the masterly Freddie Keppard out in the streets blowing that...