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...caenas off to the side. In the second-floor admissions area, she was interviewed, not at a crowded public desk but in a small, tastefully decorated private office. Corridors were carpeted and traditional hospital smells and white walls were conspicuously absent. After Wein settled into her stylishly furnished, pastel-colored private room ($180 a day), the head nurse entered and cheerfully announced: "Carol, you have rights in this hospital and I want to explain them...
...elaborate U.S. function for the Queen was a state dinner in the White House Rose Garden, bordered with Queen Elizabeth roses. Under a gleaming white canopy and with TV cameras recording the event (see SHOW BUSINESS & TV), 224 guests gathered in a dazzle of diamonds and a cloud of pastel-tinted chiffon and crepe. Among them were Lady Bird Johnson, Alice Roosevelt Longworth, Telly Savalas (star of Kojak, the Queen's favorite TV program), Olympic Skater Dorothy Hamill and White House Economic Adviser Alan Greenspan, who escorted TV's Barbara Walters...
Luanda is a pretty seaside town of red-roofed buildings with typically Portuguese pastel-colored walls in soft hues of pink, blue, green and yellow. But the paint is peeling badly, and the broad, tree-shaded boulevards are developing potholes and are littered with derelict cars. Huge shells of buildings started by the Portuguese now stand idle and abandoned. Most stores, cafes and restaurants are shuttered. The language of the capital remains Portuguese, but otherwise, reminders of the departed colonialists are fast being removed...
...finale, he calls out the British navy. Against a shimmering pastel backdrop of ships and harbor waters, the company reassembles for a flotilla of fun. Salutes, crawl strokes and the gestures associated with rope hauling are incorporated into Balanchine's choreographic concept as smoothly as the jeté and fouetté. The leader of a squad of WRENS (women's naval service), Farrell ambles sexily, as though she had a chip on her hip or, just perhaps, an invisible set of bagpipes. If such a thing as an apotheosis of the sidle can be imagined, Farrell has done...
After the employee with the dark hair and very red lips leaves the snack room, the supervisor with the sandy hair, pastel-blue bellbottoms and the cigarette lighter with a picture of a woman in a negligee remains. He says that he harbors hopes of rising in the Harvard bureaucracy but that he feels no competitive pressure. "We all have to work for a common goal," he says...