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President Hubert Humphrey, whom he had summoned to the bandstand with his wife Muriel, noted that it was Humphrey's 54th birthday. Said he: "Hubert does most of the things I take credit for, and if some of those votes get split up there he'll get some of the blame." Humphrey laughed, blushed and beamed as the President led the guests in singing "Happy Birthday." With that, Johnson headed for a waiting helicopter for a holiday trip to Texas...
Even for critical film-goers, however, Hiroshima remains valuable. It announces a theme which is to occupy Resnais' later work as well. In Marienbad and Muriel (1963), Resnais has continued to illustrate the thesis that you cannot remember what you ought to--for example, obligations to a former loved one. But for my money, I prefer to all of Resnais' work a film like Antonioni's L'Avventura, which makes exactly the same point without all the metaphysical mesmerism...
...green hills of Virginia last week. "Y'all have a good time," ordered Lyndon B. Johnson as his spouse and nine Cabinet wives left the White House on the First Lady's two-day "Landscapes and Landmarks" tour of the Old Dominion. A late arrival was Muriel Humphrey, wife of the Vice President, who managed to join the silver Trailways bus 40 minutes down the road...
...buff ever since his days as an all-round athlete at San Francisco's Lowell High ('23). So when it came to promoting Teen-Age Fitness, Brown allowed that he'd be glad to lend a hand-two, in fact. Inspired by Connecticut's Gymnast Muriel Grossfeld, 24, a comely, three-time U.S. Olympic team member who's touring the country in the cause of trimmer teenagers, Brown flopped on the light grey carpet in his Sacramento executive suite for an exhibition of gubernatorial pushups. He got up-and down-to four, took a gasper...
...narrator, a holidaying poet and biographer who is indistinguishable from Author Muriel Rukeyser herself, is supposed to be scouting for a friend who makes movies, but abandons the notion after tucking back her first glass of Irish whisky. This, as she reports it, is a two-paragraph drink, full of a poet's notion of prose, beginning "The Irish touched my lips, cool, and then branched out in purity of fire, lips, breath, breasts . . ." and ending "all other whisky is the shadow of Power...