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...maroon velvet, the bride wore flowers and white satin when Michael Wilding, 17, son of Actress Elizabeth Taylor and her second husband, Actor Michael Wilding, married Beth Clutter, 19. Outside London's Caxton Hall Registry, a crowd of 500 gathered to goggle at the groom's mum (in white wool pants and a rink-sized diamond) and her husband, Richard Burton (in business suit and a new slim, "off-the-sauce" look). No wedding reception, no honeymoon. "Too old-fashioned," explained a p.r. man. "These are a couple of mod kids...
...sooner had the troops entered Cambodia than Dean Ernest May, heretofore mum on the question of the war, was appearing all over the place flashing the "V" sign and urging students to follow him down to Washington and lobby for peace. Many students felt, and still feel, that lobbying in Congress is the best way to end the war. But many other students questioned the sincerity of the University's anti-war zeal, and pointed to contradictions in its stance. Harvard ROTC, for example, continued to turn out officers for the fighting overseas. Then there was the presence...
...when thrown onto grass at different angles or when spun. Now that the children's interest is aroused, there will be no stopping the questions." He was right. When only two of the 23 eggs thrown at Willson broke upon hitting the grass, his pupils were incredulous. "My mum won't understand this experiment," said a 13-year-old girl. "She is always dropping eggs, and they always break...
...Mum was the word. Los Angeles Times Publisher Otis Chandler was on a hunting safari and could not be reached. Newsday's majority stockholder, Captain Harry Guggenheim, was out of reach in Florida. Newsday Publisher Bill Moyers was not answering his phone. "Mr. Moyers is just like everyone else around here," said an assistant. "He's under orders not to say anything to anyone about the situation...
...Kinnear, the superb Michael Hordern) into a virtuoso stock company. But he also knows the value of good writing, and Charles Wood's script is a model of subdued rage and satiric precision. "I always used to say 'For Christ's sakes, drop it,'" Mum tells Dad as they reminisce about the bomb. "Now, Mum," Dad gently remonstrates, "that was only when you were tired...