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...silk shirt with little diamonds, in the silk foulard and tie or side buckle shoes. Even less so when dressed for the street, another silk foulard peeping jauntily out of the breast pocket of his Chesterfield, his neck encased in a giant paisley muffler (silk!), and the unruly yellow thatch hidden behind a slouch hat imported from far-away France...
...what about The Kid Himself? Wolfe is 34 and the dirty golden thatch is beginning to recede. Speaking about some older writers on the Trib, he says, "They say those guys get paid off, but that's not it. They're old. They lose perspective. They get strangled synapses in the brain." Discussing one recent Tribune features star who got sacked, Wolfe laments, "He had a rugged drinking problem... Old men can't take that. Young men drink. Yes." Sometimes he talks rather wildly about looking forward to growing old, "Old men can really cut loose. You should see those...
...President, Ho pulls down a salary of $840 a year-nearly ten times the annual income of the average Vietnamese. He lives in a thatch-roofed house on the palace grounds of the former French Governor General, dresses simply in cream-colored, mandarin-style uniforms, and "Ho Chi Minh sandals" carved from automobile tires. For all the simple surface, his tastes are exquisite; he smokes American cigarettes (Philip Morris and Camels), and his favorite food is a rare delicacy called "swallow's nest"-a meringue of sea algae and swallow's saliva...
...probably have made his name familiar the world over. Its features are a bounderish British blend of sad sack and pukka sahib: busby brows that shoot up in startled innocence or beetle down with Mac the Knife malevolence; lugubrious eyes rocketing around like apoplectic billiard balls; a Scotch-sodden thatch of mustache, and, of course, those two front teeth, gaping wide as Becher's Brook. Wherever he takes a stroll, from Soho to Sunset Boulevard, Terry-Thomas is stopped by little old ladies who ask him to smile. When he obliges, they always exclaim: "It's real...
MAJOR JOSEPH BRADLEY, 35, of Nashville, Tenn., married, father of two daughters and a son, an Army veteran of 17 years, heads a five-man American team at the district capital of Tuyphuoc in northern Binh Dinh province. The town, a single street of shabby shops, thatch-roofed houses and a Catholic church, is an island among Communist-controlled sugar cane and rice fields. All roads leading out are controlled by the Viet Cong. A pudgy man who peers mildly from behind grey-rimmed glasses, Bradley is supposed to advise the district chief on military and civilian matters. Says...