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...restraint the couple exercises in selling their Scotch pine at only $18 per tree, like the no-advertising policy, stems from their philosophy that, as Mrs. Hansen says, the tree farm "just makes Christmas extra special...
Among which, according to all sources, are the novels of Jacqueline Susann and/or Harold Robbins, bottles of Johnnie Walker Scotch and/or cognac, tennis racquets (he is called a tennis "fiend") and perhaps a book or two on China, in which he is thought to hold an "amateur interest." That is about as far as the pieces take us. We have the fact of his terrible eyesight, which might explain his fiendishness on the tennis court, and we have one instance of his sense of humor, when he urged a cognac on a reluctant dinner companion, telling...
...bigger ones, especially when one of the big things is the Soviet Union. But not to worry. For the moment it is enough to relish the portrait of a leader of half the world lounging in his modern Hungarian easy chair, dipping into Valley of the Dolls, sipping Scotch, chuckling over KGB jokes, pondering China in his amateur way and dreaming of the day when he and the gypsies can get down to some serious fiendish tennis in Afghanistan...
...embassy, Andropov displayed a zest for the better things in life, many of them Western. French wine is said to have flowed freely, and salads were served punctiliously after the main course, Continental-style. Other comrades may have patriotically downed vodka, but Andropov apparently preferred to sip Johnnie Walker Scotch. Sándor Kopácsi, a former Budapest chief of police who now lives in Toronto, was frequently on the Soviet Ambassador's guest list and recalls how Andropov used to borrow the police force's gypsy band. With a clear tenor voice, Andropov would join...
...writers, including Mel Brooks and Carl Reiner. There is also his autobiography, Where Have I Been? (Crown; $12.95). In the book, Caesar, 60, portrays himself as a guilt-ridden obsessive who even at the peak of his success was on an alcoholic slide fueled by two fifths of Scotch a day. Says Caesar now: "Two generations don't even know me or what I've done...