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Late morning. Harlem Hospital. Doris White (not her real name), 32, pulls her thin robe across her narrow, bony chest and lights a cigarette. Her dark arms are riddled with small, round scars, the hieroglyphs of chronic heroin abuse. She is here for the seventh time in two years. In 1982 she brought her four- year-old son Rashan to this same hospital. The boy was listless, losing weight; he had white spots on his lips and tongue. The boy's father, a drug addict, had recently come out of prison and was not at all well himself...
...World Boxing Council and the International Boxing Federation. So to mark the occasion, Promoter King decided to mount a "throneization" at the Las Vegas Hilton. With Actor Dennis Hopper, Comic Eddie Murphy and former King of Boxing Muhammad Ali in attendance, King presented Tyson with a blue chinchilla robe, a jeweled necklace and a scepter. After King shouted, "Long live the heavyweight king! Long live the king!", six trumpeters dressed in Elizabethan tunics blared a fanfare, and Ali placed a crown, studded with what King described as "baubles, rubies and fabulous doodads," on Tyson's head. Muttered the clearly embarrassed...
...Chief Justice of the U.S. William Rehnquist. "He is serious when it comes to his work, which is serious," says Bork's friend, Washington Lawyer Leonard Garment. "He is a merry man when it comes to the general business of life. He is the antithesis of a stuffed judicial robe...
...from some fellow at the not-so-nearly-prestigious institution of higher education which claims to exist in California. The author claimed to be the editor of some humor magazine called the Stanford Chaparral. Fearing another rejection letter, I tucked it into the pocket of my silk robe and commanded one of the rickshaw drivers outside the Castle to escort me back to my palacial suite in Eliot House...
Today Vicki is the Mexican Hat. Sherie, a massage therapist when she is not performing, will be the Winter One. Vicki's trunk, overflowing with costumes and masks, stands in the ravine about ten feet from the Galisteo creek. Sherie, doing a little dance in her robe and mask, suddenly slips on a flat, wet rock and falls hard on her back. "I'm O.K.! I'm O.K.!" she shouts through her mask, and she gets back up. Suddenly an old Subaru cuts down into the ravine, and Ifan Evans, 47, who is driving, brings the car to a sharp...