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...Senators. "It was a surprise to us to learn how modern Missoula was," says museum director Wes Hardin. "The image of a wild and woolly Montana was not true. There were flush toilets, electricity and a horse-drawn streetcar system." One of the city's living relics is the Oxford, a rough-hewn downtown saloon known simply as "the Ox," whose claimed lineage variously dates back as far as 1883. Draft beer comes for 50 cents a pop; a woman barks off keno numbers over a loudspeaker. Gnarled poker devotees alternate five-card stud with games like Hold...
...million in sales racked up in 1988 by L.L. Bean, still the captain of the sportswear-catalog industry. Lands' End, launched in 1963 by Chairman Gary Comer, then a 36-year-old advertising copywriter at Young & Rubicam in Chicago, sells moderately priced, well-made staples. Among them: oxford-cloth shirts ($19.50); cotton twill skirts ($32.50); and silk foulard ties ($19). One of the company's specialties is the many-pocketed canvas attache bag ($39.50), which for many people has replaced the formal, hard-sided briefcase...
...scene delights the trim, crisply dressed man in the backseat of the Ambassador, India's doughty knockoff of the 1954 Morris Oxford. "Look at them doing their threshing," he says eagerly. "They're so happy threshing, threshing...
...part of the island's large, self-contained Indian community. As a child, he lived a Hindu village life in the country. In Port- of-Spain during World War II, he experienced a polyglot street life that included the language of American G.I.s. Later, as a scholarship student at Oxford, the accents were more refined, but the sense of being a colonial was even stronger...
...novel My Secret History, Paul Theroux offers an affectionate and accurate sketch of his friend and mentor. The character's name is S. Prasad, but the facts and mannerisms are V.S. Naipaul's: "He was an unusual alien: he knew everything about England, he had an Oxford degree, owned his own house, and had published half a shelf of books. He had won five literary prizes . . . Still, he called himself an exile. He said he didn't belong -- he looked it in his winter coat. Seeing me, he frowned with satisfaction...