Word: heard
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Correspondent Paul Witteman boned up for his Eastwood interviews by seeing three of the actor-director's movies (The Gauntlet, The Outlaw Josie Wales, Dirty Harry) at one sitting. "An Eastwood triple feature," the star remarked kindly when he heard about it. "After that you'll need a tin cup and a white cane." In his newest film, The Gauntlet, Eastwood races by car, motorcycle, freight train and bus to bring a witness against the Mob to the trial on time. But only at the wheel, Witteman found, does the otherwise quiet and domestic Eastwood, who does...
...bunk bed in the marshal's restored birthplace in Kumrovec, swapping hard-time stories. When Jerry Ford had a fur hat clamped on his head by Brezhnev on the frozen plain near Vladivostok, he grinned, then immediately walked over to reporters and asked if they had heard the score of the big game back home: Michigan was playing Ohio State...
...telephoned me. I scolded him. I said 'You wanted to give me a holiday, and instead you have left me and stayed out all night.' 'Just wait,' he said. 'Turn on the radio and listen.' About one hour later I heard his voice announcing the success of the revolution against King Farouk. I didn't see him again till three days later. He was still wearing the same uniform. He had not been out of it since that first night...
...mean that he doesn't trust me, only that he doesn't want to worry me. A little while after that we got hold of a tape recording of a conversation by the plotters. My husband was planning to go to Alexandria next day, and we heard on the tape that they were thinking of assassinating him on his way there. But he canceled his trip and went to Cairo instead...
After his fight with Moore, for instance, the author heard that the Duchess d'Uzes was delivered to the door of Stillman's Gym in a Rolls-Royce. "She paused at the turnstile, a lovely, graceful girl who always wore long light-blue chiffon to set off her golden hair. She peered into the gloom. 'Where's everybody?' she called . . . Lou Stillman approached. I don't know if he produced one of his in finitesimal spittles. Let us say he cleared his throat. 'Everybody is not here,' he said." Such stories have...