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After a stop at a booth where Khrushchev took a skeptical sip at a Pepsi-Cola. Nixon and Khrushchev went on to the exhibition's most publicized display: a six-room, model ranch house with a central viewing corridor so that visitors can see the shiny new furnishings. Soviet propaganda had been telling Russians in advance that the ranch house they would see at the U.S. exhibition was no more typical of workers' homes in the U.S. than the Taj Mahal was typical in India or Buckingham Palace in Britain...
...late-blooming bohemian's idyl is broken by Edith, who shows up to buy a painting and promptly recognizes the lamster. Will he turn worm and let himself be stuffed back into a boiled shirt? Not, the reader can bet his burnt sienna, until expatriate geniuses drink Pepsi-Cola instead of Pernod. For wives, the moral is clear: if a husband begins to doodle, draw your own conclusions...
Beaming happily in the stifling Washington heat (90°), Rockefeller turned up at the Capitol Hill Club headquarters at 214 First Street S.E. †for Pepsi-Cola-on-the-rocks (later sipping Dubonnet, he professionally held it under the table whenever he saw a photographer approaching) and an informal feed of Maine lobster and corn on the cob in the club garden...
Died. Alfred Nu* Steele, 57, board chairman and chief executive officer of the Pepsi-Cola Co., onetime vice president of the Coca-Cola Co., who in 1955 became the fourth husband of Cinemactress Joan Crawford; of a heart attack; in Manhattan...
...dislikes his arrogance as sincerely as he dislikes her middleclass, mercenary mother. It is a classic case of love at first slight. As Darcy, Hollywood's Farley Granger is the stuff telephone poles are made of. TV's Polly Bergen makes a winning Elizabeth, but the ex-Pepsi Cola Girl seems to be selling her part rather than playing it. As Mrs. Bennet, the huntress of five carriage-trade husbands, Hermione Gingold growls, minces and struts through her endless matrimonial campaigns. She would be fiercely funny if First Impressions were a bedroom farce, and not a genteel domestic...