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...centennial. The shirts, which bore the slogans, "Once a Bitch, Always a Bitch," and "Radcliffe--Where the Women Come First," were reportedly selling well at the time of Epps's request. "We're not going to lose our shirts," one of the t-shirt salesmen remarked, we hope in jest...
When last week's executive order was finally hammered out, Admiral Turner, perhaps only half in jest, threw up his arms, sighed and told Brzezinski: "They call me the intelligence czar, but you're the boss." The admiral had a point, but then he has nothing to complain about from the reshuffle. For the first time, one man has been told to take charge of the nine all too often freewheeling, intensely competitive and sometimes overlapping intelligence agencies...
...providing for a long time. But this can be wrenching for serious newspapermen, of whom there are a good many at the limes. There some reporters and editors Complain that important news is playing second artichoke to investigative reports on vegetables and hot scoops on wicker furniture Newsroom cynics jest that it is difficult to get a story into the paper without a recipe attached. Others suggest that the Times augment Living with a weekly section called Dying, filled with obituaries and funeral-parlor ads, and launch a new insert called News. A hapless reporter, so one routine goes...
...that he was "genuinely daunted before Easter" by Nixon. Frost had been partying as usual, leaving one taping to don a tux and emcee the Hollywood premiere of a movie he had helped produce. But then came the baiting challenge from Birt before the birthday party and a telling jest in one of the songs sung that night in Frost's honor. To the tune of Love and Marriage, it went: "Frost and Nixon, Frost and Nixon/ There's an act that's gonna need some fixin...
...contemporary-pop-classical "The Life of Man" (Iyrics by Sir Walter Raleigh) provides a poignant adieu: "Thus march we, playing, to our latest rest,/Only we die in earnest, that's no jest...