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...were in protracted labor pains of his own, replies ruefully: "How did the men ever live through it?" And so it goes, from The First Spat to Son's Wild Oats-something involving a bottle of bourbon. Suddenly it is time for daughter to leave the nest, and Fond Father Waxes Wroth: "My daughter is marrying an idiot." Autumn leaves begin dappling the script; Preston and Martin, grey-wigged, pat the familiar bed farewell...
...some kind of complaint. Often O'Hara calls only to ask Cerf to get him a hotel room. Cerf always complies, and also makes certain that the Random House parking lot will save a spot for O'Hara's Rolls-Royce. O'Hara is equally fond of Cerf. "He just needs a lot of love," says he. Besides, "85% of the time he knows how to handle me, and 85% of the time I know how to handle him too. He knows I'm in the stock market, and every once in a while...
...dinners simmered on the verge of hysteria. Capote and Kay Graham had a quiet little "bird and bottle" picnic supper in his Plaza suite. As the hour for the party approached, Capote's chums became as anxious as he. Said Mrs. Leland Hayward: "We're so dearly fond of Truman, and we were afraid that with all this publicity, the party might flop...
...published list changed the private ball to a public event, and gave the social columnists and sociologists a chance to move in. "Almost a joke," said Cleveland Amory, author of Who Killed Society? "Fond as I am of Truman, I think we can say that society is not only kaput-it is Capote." Max Lerner was reminded of Historian Daniel Boorstin's observation that the events of our time turn out, all too frequently, to be pseudo-events...
...first year as St. Louis' head coach, but he was to the manner born - so to speak - since he is the son-in-law of Weeb Ewbank, coach of the American Football League's New York Jets. Weeb is an accomplished coiner of aphorisms, which Charley is fond of quoting. His favorite: "Statistics are for losers...