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Hero and Heroine, Pongo and Perdita, after several months of dogmestic bliss, produce a litter of 15 purebred Dalmatian pups. Fate, the hound, decrees that all their troubles shall not be little ones. The pups are promptly dognaped by a couple of unmitigated curs in the employ of Cruella de Vil, a wicked wealthy witch who intends to slaughter the dogs, strip off their pelts and make herself a beautiful Dalmatian coat...
...asked the doctor apprehensively (Jackie Kennedy had lost two babies by miscarriage before the birth of her daughter Caroline three years ago-a record that had curtailed her campaigning). Dr. Walsh assured her that all would be well, as the ambulance attendants tucked her into a litter. At Georgetown University Hospital, just ten blocks away, the young woman who will be the nation's next First Lady was taken to the operating room. Like Caroline, the baby was to be delivered by Caesarean section...
Last week, in togas and sandals, the Junior Classical League delegates made New Mexico's neo-Pueblo campus look like a set from Ben-Hur. Gorged on deviled eggs in the Student Union, supine banqueters cheered a female snake dancer. Borne on a litter into the football stadium, purple-robed League President Ernest ("The Emperor'') Polansky, 18, gave his pagan blessing to Olympic games, complete with chariot races. In deadly earnest, white-robed candidates for top offices politicked in the ballroom. Taking no chances, they made their convention pitches in English...
Wild Hairs. Guard ("our acknowledged leader") actually was educated at Stanford ('56), Reynolds ("the runt of the litter") and Shane ("our sex symbol") at nearby Menlo College of Business Administration ('57 and '56). Until they came together as a trio in 1957 at San Francisco's Purple Onion, they were, says Guard. "a bunch of wild hairs pointing in all directions." At Stanford, Guard-belying his present Groton look-had earned a reputation as a sort of stubble-bearded prebeatnik who was heading nowhere except way out. Reynolds, after graduation from Menlo College, had dedicated...
...CIVIL WAR. Like newsmen in the 1860's passengers ride to the battle lines in white, horse-drawn correspondents' wagons, get caught in a blistering crossfire. Plastic corpses-eight in grey, eight in blue-litter the battlefield; farmhouses burn; cannon balls seem to plop within inches of the customers. Crossfire is Freedomland's favorite device: the "Buccaneers" concession sends paying guests on a port tack between two fiercely battling pirate ships; and throughout the Wild West, Indians are forever blazing away at anything that moves, usually past the noses of tourists...