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...well says that if Mikoyan had emigrated to the U.S. he would now be "heading his own export-import firm with a triplex apartment on Park Avenue." But ex-Ambassador Walter ("Beedle") Smith, less impressed, says, "Take away his ZIS limousine and Mikoyan would look like just another rug peddler in Shepheard's Hotel in Cairo...
...think? I know what I think: those two kids are sick." Jean Kerr is also annoyed by TV's common practice of raising the volume on the commercial. "I don't know what it's like in other families, but we finally had to put a rug in the TV room because there were so many falls in that mad dash to lower the set as soon as the commercial came on. Maybe somewhere in the country there is a viewer who reacts to that sudden rush of sound by saying, 'Darling, do watch this...
...studio roared into gear. Experts straightened, leveled and whitened her teeth, put her on a rigid diet, redid and dyed her hair, exercised her in a gym and in acting classes, posed her on a tiger rug with a still camera staring down her bodice. One of the first rites was to change her name. Cohn liked the name Kit Marlowe. She insisted on keeping Novak. But the name Marilyn had to go because it suggested another blonde. For two days the new actress was named Kit Novak until she tearfully went to Publicity Director George Lait to plead...
...shadows outside the Dupont Plaza Hotel and reached fast for the onionskin paper held out by his taller, slimmer companion. The little man tucked the paper in his inside coat pocket, shook hands and turned back to the hotel. Smiling to himself, he padded across the thick rug in the lobby and started into an elevator. Then the smile vanished-and squat (5 ft. 5 in., 170 lbs.) James Riddle Hoffa, 44, one of the most powerful leaders of U.S. labor, stood frozen-faced while agents of the Federal Bureau of Investigation closed in on him, frisked him like...
Jennie Bernstein, a bright-eyed Boston housewife, was in a dither as she popped through the neighbor's back door with little Lennie in her arms. She put him down on the living-room rug, and the two women stood back to watch. What they saw made musical history. With the teetery determination of a puppy bound for breakfast, little Lennie pattered out on all fours into the next room and over to the piano. Seizing a leg of it, he hauled himself erect and planted a pinkie firmly on the nearest key. As the note struck, an expression...