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...ladies oohed and clucked as the lad turned on the charm for the New York Legislative Women's Club at a tea in Albany's executive mansion. And when it was time for Nelson Aldrich Rockefeller Jr., 21 months, to go back upstairs to the nursery, he waved in his father's best campaigning style. Still, he hasn't yet learned the line that Daddy likes to use for goodbyes: "Thanks a thousand for coming...
...handsome, burly broth of a lad, he worked hard, organized a powerful national union, shouted and weaseled his way through a thousand fights with Communists and antiCommunists, employers and brother unionists, mayors and Presidents, and finally blundered into the strike that everyone said he lacked the courage to bring off. In the first twelve days of 1966, his Transport Workers Union brought America's greatest city to the brink of chaos. Mike Quill, 60, having thus made his name a household word and almost certainly prompted federal legislation to outlaw future strikes by public-service employees, died quietly last...
...year out of college before he began displaying his baby face onstage with a touring band called the Royal Peacocks around 1925. Dick Powell Jr., 15, could hit the road earlier. With his mother, June Allyson, a still wholesome but depressingly matronly 42, the lad was appearing in a comedy called Good-By, Ghost at Chicago's Pheasant Run Playhouse. The show is plain turkey, but Dick Jr. seemed to have all of his late father's spirited style...
...What he does way up there is a dazzling array of splits, scissors, heel slappings and twisting jackknives, all in keeping with the character. Earthbound, he stirs the air around him into an eddy of excitement. And always, his Puckish face is stamped with the infectious grin of a lad having a smashing good time...
...Brat. A badly spoiled boy was father to this alarmingly mixed-up man. Dylan was a sickly lad-weak lungs, brittle bones-and FitzGibbon reports that his mother nursed every minor symptom into a major illness. In bed or out, he soon became a brat. He stole candy from the corner store, smoked cigars in the local cinema, spied on the nursemaid while she washed her breasts in a handbasin. However, he was a precocious brat. His father, an English teacher, bellowed scenes from Shakespeare at the huge-eyed child while he was still in swaddlings, and when...