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...Your story on Peter Falk [Nov. 26] brought back memories of the days we served together in the Connecticut budget division: Peter reporting to work on a bitter winter morning with his pajama top on beneath his overcoat (he had been studying his lines until the wee hours of the morning). Peter gamely trying to develop an interest in computer systems...
...just might accommodate. He has gone almost that far already, playing while holding a poodle on a leash ("It's harder if the dog isn't housebroken"), while tied to his doubles partner, while running around four chairs obstructing his side of the court, while wearing an overcoat, while carrying a pail of water. In a sunburst of understatement, he says: "I'm a fun guy, I'll do anything for excitement, I'm a ham." Ham? Henny Youngman is merely a ham. Bobby is an extraterrestrial peculiarity. At the antic rate he is going...
Pompidou looked sickly and tired as he emerged-all bundled up in hat, scarf and heavy overcoat-from his DC-8 at Keflavik Airport. His face was puffed up as a result of his taking a cortisone preparation, which stirred new speculation that the illness that has been dogging him for several months may be more serious than arthritis. Nixon, displaying a deep Bahamas tan, seemed visibly relieved to have a chance to escape from Watergate headlines...
...almost fun. Depending on the competition, he will play while being tied to his doubles partner, while holding a poodle on a leash ("It's harder if the dog isn't housebroken"), while running around four chairs placed on his side of the court, or wearing an overcoat or carrying a pail of water. One estimate puts Riggs' lifetime betting take at $500,000. Says he: "I'm the best money player ever...
...narrator of The G.A.N. is an 87-year-old retired sportswriter named Word Smith, a broad patch off Colonel John R. Stingo, the uninhibited prose stylist who wrote a column for the old New York Evening Enquirer. Smith, an inebriate of alliteration in a hounds-tooth overcoat, has dedicated his last years to resurrecting the national memory of the Patriot League. According to Smith, it was a third major league that has been made the American equivalent of a Soviet unperson through a conspiracy of silence. How this came about is Smith's story, so shaggy, discursive and bizarre...