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...currency are blasphemous. Last week he tried to take his case right to the top: the White House. Wearing a white karate suit and carrying his well-thumbed Bible, he scrambled over the fence from Pennsylvania Avenue and managed to scamper 15 yards onto the White House lawn before being met by at least eight Secret Service agents and uniformed guards. Thereupon the slightly built, 35-year-old gate crasher whipped out a three-inch knife from his Bible and slashed one officer's face and another's arm. Wielding long billy clubs like cattle prods, the guards...
...with which the reader will identify. This method depends on the sort of person who will shout "Hey--that's ME" when he sees his face in a group photograph. To this end, Ward gives us accounts of riding in the family car, going to high school, fertilizing his lawn, etc. He doesn't realize that this is not enough; these situations can at best serve as a matrix for creative comedy...
...modern living ever flowering at one's fingertips. Mr. and Mrs. Mim's dream house would recapitulate a catalogue of status hardware: a room-to-room intercom, a "wet bar" in the "game room," an "in-ground" swimming pool and a "full" sprinkler system for the lawn, not merely a garden hose connected to one of those little spastic squirters. Ideally, all this should be found on "a couple of acres for privacy," though the fact that Squire Mim may end up a landed janitor tethered by weekend maintenance seems to be self-censored from the dream...
...Willie Nelson's slightly nasal baritone complemented Rosalynn Carter's soft soprano, and the crowd clapped rousingly to the music. The First Lady had no trouble with the lyrics since both she and Jimmy know Nelson's hits by heart. The setting was the White House lawn, where Nelson, the king of outlaw country, put on a stompin' good show last week. The most eye-opening song of the evening: Up Against the Wall, Redneck Mother. The President himself, a stock car racing buff and Nelson's No. 1 fan, had planned the party...
DIED. George Bliss, 60, award-winning investigative reporter for the Chicago Tribune; by his own hand, after apparently shooting and killing his wife; in Oak Lawn, Ill. A series on a scandal-infested municipal sanitary district won him a Pulitzer Prize in 1962; subsequently, he headed inquiries into election fraud and federal housing programs that garnered his paper two more Pulitzers. According to Tribune Editor Clayton Kirkpatrick, Bliss was a "perfectionist who agonized over details and in effect became a victim of his own intense devotion to journalism...