Word: missuses
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...mistakenly put her name in the caption for a nude photo. Meanwhile, Movie Stars Robert Wagner and Natalie Wood won a suit against Reveille, a British picture magazine that had claimed they were headed for a second divorce. "We are very happily married," asserted Wagner as he and the missus left court. And happily richer, as was the princess. Amounts of the judgments were not disclosed...
...pressagent's dream. There are Pop Singer and Composer John Phillips, 37, his first wife, Michelle Phillips, 29, and his second missus, South African Actress Genevieve Waite, 26, all making music for their "family label," Paramour Records. No hanky-panky about it either. Although Phillips, who with Michelle, Cass Elliot, and Denny Doherty founded the Mamas and the Papas singing group in 1965, likes to call his life-style with a giggle "a ménage à trois," the relationship seems to be purely commercial. Michelle and Genevieve are capital investments. "There's something about me that makes...
...Romney likely to be the only wife to follow her husband into politics this year. Georgia Governor Lester Maddox is suing to overturn a state law that forbids a second consecutive term. If he loses, Georgia politics may also feel a feminine touch as Maddox runs the missus for Governor...
Unhappily, he is contained in a clumsily updated block off the old Chips. It is no longer the Great War but World War II that punctuates the scholastic calendar, Chips' missus (Petula Clark) becomes the victim not of childbirth but of a V-l rocket. Still, the boys are the same deferential crew; the school is ivied and kind, an eon removed from the kind of place Orwell considered "a tightrope over a cesspool." The only instance of sadism, in fact, is the disastrous decision to make Goodbye, Mr. Chips a musical. As a result, Leslie Bricusse was given...
...unsung delights of freshmen week is a wonderful little non-event known as tea with the Pusses. In one valiant effort, Nate and the missus open up their Quincy Street home and you, as a new member of the class of 73, get to queue up and shake their hand before retiring to the punch bowl where a bunch of Episcopal chaplains try to trap you into conversation. It's about the only occasion on which you're apt to find most of your classmates wearing dark, two-piece suits. Personally, I don't remember what the Puse said...