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Next to his wife, durable Screen Siren Joan Crawford, the personal pride of Pepsi-Cola Chairman Alfred Nu Steele is his gymnasium-sized Manhattan apartment, 13 stories above Fifth Avenue at 70th Street. Easily awed Broadway columnists have dubbed it "Taj Joan." But it's quite a place; Joan insists that visitors remove their shoes before entering lest they soil the quicksand-soft golden carpets...
...seventh day of pneumonia." Thanks to his family's longtime prominence in Liberal politics and his own sharp intelligence-he was general manager of Milan's giant Banca Commerciale Italiana at 29-stocky Giovanni Malagodi rose to secretary-general of the party within two years. Ignoring the siren calls from left and far right, Malagodi and his colleagues hammered out a Liberal platform that, almost alone in Italian politics, opposes both private and state monopoly, and favors free play for free enterprise...
...owner of the theater he had spent $123,000 on, begged the British: "Let me carry the bombs out. Someone carried them in. They can't be all that dangerous." But as dusk neared, houses and shops adjoining the theater were cleared, police cordoned off adjoining streets, a siren warned everyone away. At 6:51 p.m., in a sheet of flame and with a blast that rocked Famagusta's old north wall, the British exploded the bombs. The top two stories of the theater's living quarters collapsed, snapping telephone poles, piling rubble atop nearby shops. Hundreds...
...Tidy Siren." Main driving force behind Edward D. Stone's new era of success, he firmly avows, is his second marriage to a fiery, possessive and vivacious Latin beauty Stone calls "the tidy siren." It was on a plane to Paris that Stone first met Maria Elena Torch, of Cleveland, a flashing brunette of mixed Italian and Spanish parentage who had come to New York, was then working as foreign editor on the short-lived quarterly, Fashion & Travel...
...still jampack the nightclubs she plays in. But Director Samuel Taylor has tactlessly insisted that the lady (who now admits to being fiftyish) concentrate on sex, and has largely overlooked the possibilities of her sophisticated comedy talents. The moviegoer, as a result, is sometimes painfully aware that the siren is a bit rusty; yet he is seldom allowed to realize that the belle, even with diminished resonance, still rings...