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That fall I put a "Rockefeller for President" poster in my window, and after Nixon got the nod, I wore a huge (it's still my largest button) "Our Nation Needs Nixon-Lodge" button that pulled holes in my sweater. I fell asleep in front of the television on election night and went to Miss Gross's fifth grade class the next morning with tears in my eyes...
...only had one shirt." Even today, Trevino shudders at the thought of turning out in one of the snazzy ensembles favored by the other pros. "Wouldn't that be somethin'? Lee Trevino from El Paso stepping out on the course in a $150 pair of shoes, a $50 alpaca sweater and a $40 pair of trousers. You give me a pair of $8.95 pants, a $4 shirt and a pair of sneakers and I'm ready...
Senior Yearbooks from the early days of the Pusey era frequently contain pictures of the new president, his hair not yet gray, and often wearing a casual looking sweater under his tweed jacket, sipping sherry with undergraduates. In those days, he was still the hero of American academics, the man who had fought the right wing demon and defeated him. The Faculty of Arts and Sciences commended him in an unusual resolution, and he was featured on an Omnibus program. His door was still open to the press, which heaped him with praise...
...Manhattan's Metropolitan Museum of Art. A crowd of several hundred people collected in the plaza below. Suddenly there was a ripple, a movement, a collective rush to the pool. For there, stomping about waist-deep in the water, was the vandal of the night before: black sweater and beard, dark hair hanging below his shoulders and a new can of red paint, with which he was vigorously stenciling another QUEBEC LIBRE on the fountain. He was not arrested. He was, as it turned out, none other than the artist himself, Armand Vaillancourt...
...hesitates to be philippic (thank you, Philip of Macedonia), but there is much that fails to mesmerize (see Mes-mer's magnetic theory). In contrast to her husband's illustrations, Nancy Sorel treats her subjects blandly. "Lord Cardigan (of sweater fame) took as his third wife the beautiful Adeline de Horsey. They lived happily together until he died at the age of 71 of injuries he received when he fell from his horse." Too bad as well that the writers bypass the kind of speculation that occurs to the reader immediately. Leopold von Sacher-Masoch might just...