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...Jerry, for a change, has done a little work on his part. He has a real wingding with Sheree North in a jive dive and some nice nonsense of drinking champagne through a stethoscope. Best bit: Jerry, hung over and feeling awful, catches the boiled eye of his basset hound, who looks worse; with a groan, Jerry gives the dog his own ice pack...
...crowded and hushed caucus room of the U.S. Senate Office Building, Tennessee Lawyer Ray Jenkins faced Secretary of the Army Stevens. Jenkins, the special counsel to the Senate subcommittee investigating the case of Joe McCarthy v. the Army, had the air of an hound treeing an coon...
Last month, Webb moved his old gun collection, his $135 sports jackets, his portable typewriter and Dudley, his bassett hound, into a $100,000 ultramodern two-bar house, high in Beverly Hills' celebrity-studded Coldwater Canyon. Last week he had the house up for sale. In his intense and single-minded haste to go on conquering Hollywood, he has not even found time to use his swimming pool. "Jack," says Stanley Meyer, the protocol-conscious business manager of Webb's Mark VII Productions, "would live in one room with a cot and a movie projector...
...beagle hound is a friendly, flop-eared little dog with a tail that wags with the furious regularity of a revving propeller. As the "harrier," he was bred in England and Wales at least 600 years ago to hunt small game; today he is equally at home on heath or hearth, looks like a slightly bowlegged, apartment-size (13-15 in. high) foxhound. Last week, as a reward for his amiable ways, the beagle was acclaimed No.1 U.S. purebred dog by the American Kennel Club. With a population of 45,398 registered A.K.C., the beagle nosed the friendly, flop-eared...
...huge (6 ft. 4 in.), bullet-headed young man, who, though just out of Harvard, was already showing signs of becoming the U.S. version of Diaghilev himself (TIME, Jan. 26, 1953). An heir to a Filene department-store fortune in Boston, he was an editor of the arts magazine Hound & Horn, author of a rash first novel and a book of poetry, and teetering on the edge of balletomania. His dream: to found a truly American ballet company. There was nothing for it but to get the world's foremost Russian choreographer to spark it. Balanchine came...