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Between chukkers, the 35-year-old third maharani* dutifully mopped her sweltering husband with a dry towel, fetched him beer, and shaded him with her bright parasol. Gasped sweating Prince Kumar: "In India, we start our polo games at 5 in the afternoon." Between the humidity and the royalty, hardly anyone noticed the final score of the game, which the Washingtonians won, 10-5. Afterwards the maharaja and his wife and son repaired to a local dairy, where they cooled off over frosted milkshakes...
...clubs, marked off special Davy Crockett sections where youngsters can find everything from a Davy Crockett peace pipe (98?) to a complete Davy Crockett outfit with rifle, powder horn, cap, etc. ($7.98); a Davy Crockett guitar costs $4.98 extra. Denver's May Co. advertises a Davy Crockett bath towel, with this pitch to mothers: "Your bathtime struggles are over . . . They'll run to use Davy Crockett towels." Davy Crock-etteer Fess Parker, who stars in Disney's TV series, has already endorsed and helped sell 450,000 copies of sheet music of The Ballad of Davy Crockett...
...work. At one point on Sunday morning, there were as many as 50. Sometimes there was only one, Carl Heminger. whose specialty is showing colored slides at church gatherings. Preacher Locy preached as he never preached before, sustaining himself with lemon juice and vegetables, refreshing himself with a wet towel around his head, relieving himself at the back of the building, and talking into the mike all the time. After 24 hours he got to the Book of Psalms, and Georgia brought him a plate of hot food from their trailer home next door. Spooning in some beans, Preacher Locy...
...table as well. "The whole joint," recalled one victim, "looked like an explosion in a flour factory." There was Robert Cannafax, who would pull a knife and stab himself in his wooden leg when his game went bad. Everyone knew how to sneeze, scratch, or reach for a towel just as his rival was shooting. But few could imitate bald Onofrio Lauri, who was often accused of polishing his pate and reflecting the table lights into his opponents' eyes...
...gate of a Rio hospital one morning last week, a young woman brought a pain-racked old man holding a bloodstained towel to his face. "For the love of God, open up!" she cried. "My father needs a doctor!" The gate stayed shut...