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...Charlie. Jackie donned jodhpurs for a few jumps on a horse named Princess. Her ride was flawless, but an embarrassed Indian officer was thrown. Said the First Lady of her horse at ride's end: "She jumped like a bird." Jackie fed pandas and an elephant, watched a cobra rise to music, saw a battle between a mongoose and a snake. Among the many gifts she received were a pair of tiger cubs that were first named Ev and Charlie (for G.O.P. Congressional Leaders Everett Dirksen and Charles Halleck)-until one turned out to be a female...
MORNING IN ANTIBES, by John Knowles (186 pp.; Macmlllon; $3.95). John Knowles's second novel might seem more nearly satisfactory if his first, A Separate Peace, had not been flawless. His gaze at the soul's dark places is still direct, but in the shadows of the present novel, about the beach lizards of the French Riviera, there is both far less and far more than meets...
Sandra seemed the siren type: grey eyes, heavy with green mascara, smoldering in a flawless, poreless expanse of Pancake. From beneath this feral exterior peeked a girl who had never gone wrong-and regretted it. And now faithful old Bun Stanbetter, a handsome electrical engineer, suddenly wanted to marry her and carry her off to his new job in Sarawak...
OuHhinking the Bar. So far this season, Uelses' timing has been flawless. "It was a dream vault," recalls the University of Maryland's vaulting coach, George Butler, who watched Uelses smash Bragg's record in Washington. "The only perfect leap I ever saw. I'm sure he would have made it if the bar was at 16 ft. 4 in.-with a metal pole or any other kind." Rangy (6 ft. 1 in., 172 Ibs.) and well-knit, Uelses runs the 100-yd. dash in 9.7 sec., needs only an abbreviated, 104-ft. approach (standard...
Although Mr. Diaz's flawless and effortless technique awed the audience, it was his incredible tone control that left the most lasting impression. His range of tone qualities is so great and varied that one is often tempted to look and make sure he is using only one instrument. In Diaz's hands, the guitar becomes an organ with a hundred stops--but infinitely more expressive. At one point it sounds like a harpsichord; at another, like a carillon, or like a piano. In melodic passages Diaz's shifts were so smooth and his vibrato so intense that the tone...