Word: receptionists
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...pressagents got the week off to the wildest of Marx Brothers starts. In charge was one Jack Lotto, modestly describing himself as "a former ace reporter for the I.N.S.," who set up shop in a three-room Sheraton-Carlton press headquarters. The headquarters featured free whisky and "Press Receptionist" Bea Duprey, a toothsome Boston model who seemed mostly interested in making sure reporters got her measurements right (35-22-35). In a ridiculous midnight affair, Lotto & Co. soon caught a couple of snoopers listening in with a microphone and a tape recorder from the room next door...
...weeks, or rather a fortnight, later, unconcerned in old shoes and an odd jacket, Vag announced himself to the Parker House receptionist. When he arrived upstairs at the Scott-Hanbury suite, a somber man with an ingrown chin asked him to be seated in the entrance hall. Vag was not alone. Two familiar Cambridge faces, supported by matching neckties, were talking nearby...
...going. The setting is a radio station, apparently in Athens, and the characters are male news announcers and girl disk jockeys. A day-and-night jangle of pop love tunes plays ironic counterpoint to the staff's self-tortured prisoners of love. The narrator is a crippled male receptionist, a kind of latter-day Tiresias, blind to the purpose of his own life but preternaturally alert to the cross-purposes of all others...
...Whitney-produced movie titled The Missouri Traveler. Sonny Whitney wept at the wedding. Earlier he had celebrated his divorce decree by pounding his chest and exulting: "I'm a free man." But as far as the State of New York and wife No. 3, onetime singer and airline receptionist Eleanor Searle Whitney, were concerned, Multimillionaire Whitney was mixed up: two months ago a New York court banned his Nevada action on the ground that Whitney is a New Yorker and not a legitimate Nevada resident. Cried Eleanor, when told of Sonny's decree: "He is still my husband...
...Suite 361 of the Senate Office Building, Vice President Richard Nixon was working on a bulky folder of business letters when the intercom buzzed. Nixon picked up the phone, heard the receptionist announce from an outer office: "Governor Adams on red." Nixon pushed the red button: "Yes, Sherm?" Came the dry voice of White House Staff Chief Sherman Adams: "Can you come down here soon?" Replied Nixon: "Yes." Asked Adams, with an uncharacteristic note of urgency: "Could you come right away?" "Sure," said Nixon. "Fine," said Adams-and the telephone clicked...