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...Bloomingdale's in New York City, a new tool cannily combines several grooming appliances in one 6-oz. unit. The 4-in. blower of Schildkraut's red plastic and metal gadget ($33) becomes both blow dryer and handle for the iron. Another take-along is Le Dome ($16.50) instant nail dryer. Simply insert fingers or toes into its plastic chamber, and a battery-driven fan dries them in two minutes...
...people like (Defense Secretary Caspar) Weinberger slip in the back door and get policy changed at odd hours without anybody realizing what's happened." A lobbyist agrees, but prefers things that way. Says he: "If Baker blocked you, you could go to Meese or Clark. No more. Regan will nail up the back door." A Washington-based business leader sees another key difference in the Baker and Regan styles. "Let's face it," he contends, "Baker and those guys are Machiavellian operators. They'd tell you one thing, but you had no idea what they were really doing. With Regan...
...left the center to return for our exam, our car ran over an enormous nail on the highway, which ripped right through one of the tires. There was no spare in the car, and no repairman was available until the next day. We were in a remote area, and there was no other choice for us but to spend the night in a nearby motel. Only today was the tire repaired, and so we are a day late for your final...
...Broadway production that opened last week. One might expect O'Connor (as a milder Archie Bunker) or Fields (in a part that cries out for an actor with the implosive intensity of a Sean Penn) to commandeer the spotlight. But Home Front is Sternhagen's show, allowing her to nail down, with an increasingly desperate comic urgency, the suburban matriarch. This mom will not be accused of screaming at her children: "I was using my loud voice." Instead she will display a compulsion for propriety at all costs. "Let's not talk about it any more," she exclaims...
...woman who has sent him a postcard, about the arresting fact that the Manhattan Yellow Pages are available in Spanish. No, he decides, he can no longer write; the whole thing is hopeless. The novella peters out as messily as could be wished, without even a period to nail down its last sentence: "... maybe we'll go to the bottom of the page get my daily quota done come on, kid, you can do three more lousy lines...