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...Press Secretary Jody Powell counterattacked with an 8,000-word, 33-page denial that must be one of the more bizarre official documents ever to emerge from the White House. Among the supporting evidence was the transcript of a lengthy deposition taken by a White House lawyer from the saloon's barkeep, Daniel V. Marshall III. Marshall's recollection was that Jordan had been besieged: "Girls [were] coming up to Hamilton and woowoo, you know what I mean?" Eventually, the bartender said, Jordan "did say something to the point where enough's enough. I think one of the girls...
...seas in ships. By 1960, though, more people were crossing the Atlantic by air than by water, and the big luxury liners had begun a long slide into nostalgic memory; hardly any are left on the Atlantic run. Yet down in the Caribbean, the glamour of the swaying grand saloon lived on: cruise ships, populated primarily by the gray and affluent set, visited the islands in style. And today the cruise business is flourishing as never before, the lure of low-priced charter flights to everywhere notwithstanding. Bookings in North America, which account for more than 80% of the world...
...police official in Hutchins, Texas. He runs a driving school specializing in the act of the "slow chase." His three-day course, already taken by more than 750 officers from Texas, Florida and Kansas, consists of six hours of class instruction (usually in a converted saloon near Dallas) and 18 hours of driving on a course with turns known as Serpentine, Lollypop and T-Bone Alley. Turner emphasizes calm, smooth movements and no tire-squealing maneuvers. "Think slow," he tells students. "Make a corner better, and you can catch the guy even if he's going 20 miles an hour...
OVERHEAD, the graffiti-bedecked subway trains clatter onward, dragging the sardined hordes of humanity away, in towards Manhattan. Down below, on the street--a saloon-infested, neon-gaudy strip called Roosevelt Ave., deep in the heart of Elmwood, Queens--the people muddle on, oblivious to the noise and to everything else. On the side streets beckon the bars, little Irish holes-in-the-wall where the Hugheses and McAfees gather to put away their beers and spill their guts, and flashy dives where the Puerto Ricans and Blacks, so new to the neighborhood, huddle in self-protection. This...
Orrin Starr--Springfield Street Saloon...