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Everybody sure is quick with the quips around there. I liked it when your boss, scoffing at the idea of hiring a fashion writer, cracked, "Most of our readers use this paper for clothing." And you are still terrific. But there's entirely too much harping about your sweet, squeaky-clean personality. One day on the job and people were already making jokes about Care Bears on your desk. A week later you were getting grief for being too polite to a sleazy video auctioneer who was ripping off customers. "What, no hand puppets?" snapped Jo. Enough already...
...Music There is a new sound in the high, sweet harmonies of the Judds, a mother and daughter who are classing up the listless country scene...
...formally, Norman Goes Legit. Mailer, 62, "embattled aging enfant terrible of the literary world . . . champion of obscenity," as he once called himself, has been remodeling his image--from rebellious to respectable. Throughout the autumn, he acted as an occasional master of ceremonies on a Broadway stage. He spent time sweet-talking the State Department. He rushed to the offices of a real estate magnate to make important deals. He even modified the cut of his clothes to fit his latest fashion. More often than ever, he has been sporting a nearly natty three-piece suit...
...daughter Wynonna, 21, are not only good enough to be jealous of, they are good enough to kick a little life into the listless country scene. "Disk jockeys are saying the Judds saved country music," says Naomi, in a slightly incredulous tone. It is at least true that the sweet-flowing harmonies of this mother-and-daughter act have earned them a brace of awards, including a 1985 Grammy, and sprightly record sales and airplay. They have also roped in a wide audience all the way from down-home to downtown. Elvis acolytes, Loretta Lynn fans, Mötely Cr?...
...locking out the modern world, the country has also, in effect, locked in the legacy of its British past, and with it an air of sweet nostalgia. In the pine-scented hill station of Maymyo (named after one Colonel May), tidy rose gardens still grace half-timbered houses with names like All in All and Fernside, and horse-drawn victorias recall a gaslighted London. The town's central clock tolls with the exact chime of Big Ben, and the local rest house, formerly the chummery, or bachelor's quarters, of the Bombay-Burma Trading Co., still serves roast beef each...