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...uses for beepers are legion. Children in affluent La Jolla, Calif., get beeped home to dinner. Guests at Manhattan's Statler Hilton who expect important calls can rent beepers for $5 a day, then go sightseeing. By June, a caller will be able to beep from New York to Chicago to Los Angeles via satellite. A Boston narcotics peddler used top-line $300 models to keep track of his 13 pushers-until he went to jail and the pushers made off with the pagers. The users most thoroughly hooked on pocket page calls may be ... well, hookers. The gadgets...
Heroic Firemen. The Statler Hilton Hotel passed out sheets and towels and crammed four people into some rooms. "Even the lobby was wall-to-wall people," said one employee. The 500 patients at the Edward J. Meyer Memorial Hospital crowded a little closer so that some 2,000 unexpected visitors could find places to sleep. Near the city zoo, residents saw a strange sight befitting the arctic scene: reindeer roaming in their backyards. The herd had escaped from the zoo by simply walking across a snow-packed moat...
...song you liked," he said, "is by the Statler Brothers. They're from West Virginia, but it could be Binger." He offered a slow, dramatic recitation...
...balconies. But after a while the value of those "mood of Democratic America as seen through the loge section of Madison Square Garden" pieces starts to wane. Of course, there is some truth to the argument that policy-making is conducted strictly in the dingy rooms in the adjacent Statler. But the policy makers have never been known to let reporters into their private sessions. A reporter's life and death at a convention revolves around his ability to get to the floor...
That wasn't the end of the humiliation. The most embarassing moment for me came when I tried to make an appointment with Elizabeth Holtzman, a representative from New York and a Harvard overseer. I called her office from a pay phone in the Statler. An appointments secretary asked me for a number where she could reach me. I hung up and broke for the convention floor. I made my way past the guards to a row of phones under the Milwaukee Journal banner. I called back and left the Journal's number. There were a few harried moments...