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...buds in April, crab apples in October). "Some bears turn carnivorous just afore they go into hibernation and go after calves and chickens." says Hulet. "If I know what they're eating, I know where to find 'em." To corner them, Hulet uses half a dozen hounds of his own special mongrel breed: one-quarter pit bull, one-eighth Australian cattle dog, and the remainder Redbone or Walker hound. Explains Hulet: "Thoroughbred hounds don't have the courage that crosses do. The pit bull in 'em makes 'em vicious and tenacious. The cattle...
...steady stream of inquiries for just such knowledge, e.g., "What color were Caesar's eyes?"* For a coming issue, Warsley plans a reader-requested translation of one of Elvis Presley's screaming hits, in which the key line, "You ain't nothin' but a hound dog," would come out "Tu nihil aliud nisi canis venaticus...
...once again in this land which I have learned so much to love." And as he rode into town with Macmillan, the President saw about him a London that would not change-jodhpur-clad girls riding in Rotten Row; jocular types with pints of bitter outside the Fox and Hound, the Three Kings, the Bunch of Grapes; the predictable athlete pumping along main roads in Kensington, eyes down, elbows high, oblivious to the motorcade...
...flowed as from a well. Then Cinemale Robert Mitchum, in Ireland to star in an Irish Republican Army epic titled A Terrible Beauty, walked in. The facts were hard to come by, but burly (220 Ibs.) Bob Mitchum hazily allowed that he had been approached by an insistent autograph hound. Heavy-lidded ex-Truck Driver Mitchum scrawled a mild obscenity and got socked squarely in the eye for his unfriendly inscription. The story grew hazier from then on, but most agreed that Mitchum had poured a smoky slug of Irish whisky over somebody else's head, butted...
Last week the tuneless terror blew into Hollywood with a $35,000, ten-week contract to make his first movie, Hound Dog Man. In the tradition of his trade, screaming hordes of bobby-soxers were on hand to greet him at the airport (where they broke a car window and almost put out one of his eyes) and at a concert in the Hollywood Palladium. All of this leaves Bob Marcucci, 29, feeling like a waxworks Pygmalion, but without worries about the future. When Fabian grows old-18 or 19, that is-he will still have the movies...