Word: smells
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Distressingly, Special Ambassador Eisenhower fails to realize--or at least to acknowledge--the nature of the communist appeal to Latin America. It promises speed, it promises wealth, and, most significantly, it doesn't smell of Dollar Diplomay or Good Neighbor Policy. It exists today side by side with the democratic revolution, and shows no signs of abating in the immediate future. American diplomats are faced with a dedicated, often frantic, opponent. If they can do no more than call him "godless" or "bloodthirsty" their struggle will be short and painful...
Ethel Kennedy showed up for a front-row seat. So did James Meredith and Dowager Alice Roosevelt Longworth, who chirped: "I wanted to get the smell of it." Even Caroline Kennedy's White House kindergarten teacher was there. The Valachi hearings were plainly the place to go in Washington last week. But they were still a pretty shabby show, with Hoodlum Joseph Valachi, 60, being fawned over merely because he had turned squealer...
...Egypt. Then he gave the press a sample of his famous earthiness. When a questioner sought to bring out discord between Russia and Yugoslavia by asking him to compare living standards in the two countries (higher in Yugoslavia), Khrushchev got angry. "Why are you trying to sniff a smell from the rectum?" he said. "This is not the most beautiful part of the body." Anyway, Khrushchev added blissfully, Soviet relations with Yugoslavia are "eternal...
Some time back, when sobersided Britons belabored Author Ian Fleming for the consumer snobbery of his caddish hero (James Bond's car is a Bentley, his girls invariably smell of Guerlain), Fleming was unrepentant. He was sorry, he said, only for having once permitted Bond the unforgivable gaffe of ordering asparagus with bearnaise instead of mousseline sauce. But in Fleming's latest Bond bombshell, there are disquieting signs that he took the critics to heart. On page 152, sophisticated Secret Agent 007 cozies up to a blonde who smells of nothing more aristocratic than Mennen's baby...
Died. Clifford Odets, 57, social-protest playwright during the Great Depression (Waiting for Lefty, Awake and Sing), later a highly paid writer of slick movie scripts . (Sweet Smell of Success); of cancer; in Los Angeles. The contrast between Odets' early proletarian dramas and his Hollywood work inspired the celebrated jab, "Odets, where is thy sting...