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...prewar graces are gone. Over the pea-green waters of the 500-year-old, moss-and lichen-encrusted Imperial Moat, big-winged black butterflies flutter languidly. Within the Imperial Palace grounds (visited by 700,000 Japanese yearly) swarms of graceful scarlet dragonflies dip and glitter in the sunshine. In tiny rock gardens behind the bamboo walls of private homes, artificial fountains gurgle, and tiny bells tinkle to the slightest breeze. Traffic cops, sweating in their summer khakis, pause to admire carefully arranged clusters of chrysanthemums set in their dusty control stations, sip glasses of hot green tea to keep cool...
...Song makes the best hot-weather din-and-tonic, thinks NBC. The 7:30 evening slot will be tryout time for promising Vocalist June (Crying in the Chapel) Valli. Baritone Andy Williams and resurgent, as-good-as-ever Helen O'Connell. Tennessee Ernie Ford will end his daytime pea-pickin' at June's end and be replaced by Bride and Groom, the old daytime stand-by that marries couples on the air and presents them with gifts, a reception and honeymoon. Arthur Murray Party, a perennial replacement, has already bounced cheerily on screen in full color...
Though Britain's 122 daily newspapers enjoy the world's highest per-capita circulation, and will pull in a record $560 million in advertising this year, pessimism shrouded much of Fleet Street this week like an out-of-season pea-souper. Reasons: sapped by soaring costs and plummeting readership, Britain's fourth and fifth biggest dailies, the Labor-owned Daily Herald (circ. 1,653,997) and the Independent-Liberal News Chronicle (1,441,438), were desperately discussing a marriage of convenience; three smaller newspapers had already gone under in the past seven months. Nor were dailies alone...
...kind of Ford in TV's future. Jaws slack and chipmunk eyes watering, his mouth listing to port in a mustachioed half-smile, Ernie could slam into a fair-weather tune with authority, sink back languidly into some corn pone-and-molasses badinage about his pea-pickin' cousins (he claims 150 kinsfolk) or how to make porcupine meat balls. He could turn a muffed line into an "Ernie-ism" ("I'm as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rockin' chairs"), drive home a folksy Ford (Motor Co.) commercial, or tug tears...
...record royalties and TV fees, Ernie has bought a cattle ranch, where he spends most of his free time with his wife Betty, a California girl whom he calls "Pumpkin," and two sons, "Buck," 7, and "Little Bit," 4. But his ascent to the title of No. i U.S. Pea Picker has not turned his head or flawed his easy manner. "With TV, you don't have to make folks feel they have to put their coats on for you. You want to leave them with the feeling, 'It's been a nice visit. I sure hope...