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Last week Seneca Falls (pop. 7,500), nestling in central New York's bucolic Finger Lakes area, was abustle with a big celebration. Restaurant owner Toots Shor was there. So were Film Magnate Spyros Skouras, Nelson and Happy Rockefeller, Bob Hope, Harold Stassen. And Dwight Eisenhower. They were all present for the groundbreaking ceremonies for Eisenhower College...
...comes off remarkably well. He is a "rich, rich writer," an "incomparable" reporter, an elephant hunter who makes Hemingway look like a boy scout, a backchat merchant who is "one of the funniest men alive," a "poontang kid" who is "really great in the sack," a friend of Toots Shor. He is, in fact, a man who has everything-including a couple of things Author Ruark wanted and never quite attained: a Pulitzer Prize and a civilized prose style...
...show down to Miami, "so I can sit around in the sun and play golf while working. Come next fall, we'll rent a boat, load the whole crew aboard and sail out of New York for Florida, full toot." Will his booze-'em buddy, Restaurateur Toots Shor, make the trip? "Why, certainly," expanded The Great One. "He'll probably be the boat...
When Restaurateur Toots Shor dove off a bar stool and fractured his right wrist a few weeks back, Jackie Gleason, 47, provided as much tease as sympathy. But The Blub is getting last licks. In a TV role, Gleason had to pedal downhill on a bike into a phony brick wall. The wall was supposed to fall away. Instead it fell on him, and lo and behold, a broken left wrist. With his injured appendage safely enslinged, Gleason offered a truce to Toots. "Now," he cracked, "we can go out and buy a pair of gloves together...
...Toots Shor, 58, enjoys a little snort now and now, and then so does his buddy Frank Sinatra, 47. This time the two wound up their nip-tucking session at a West Side Manhattan joint. 'Long about 2 a.m. "Sinat" suddenly awarded his 240-lb. pal a few friendly shoulder smacks and a greeting: "Hi ya, Blub." Silence. Then, slowly, The Blub toppled backwards off his perch. "I don't really remember what happened," confesses Toots. But his right wrist broke the fall, then broke itself. Though plastered into a cast for six weeks (complete with evening scarf...