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...clothe his paste-paper gallery, Scarfe borrowed from London's elegantly In Savita shop, owned by Mrs. Meher Vakeel, who lent her own gold-and-silver-threaded theater coat for John's raiment. Ringo wears silk tweed, with jute-thread-embroidered collar and wooden prayer beads. George sports a peasant-woven, hand-washable cotton from India. Paul's jacket is made of $98-a-yard pure-gold-threaded fabric originally woven for the ceremonial robes of Tibet's Dalai Lama, who had to flee his throne before he could take delivery. The background rug, Persian...
...political aims, but few expect him to aim lower than a Senate seat. In mocking reference to both his ambitions and his stylish mode of dress -mod-striped shirts handmade in Hong Kong, J. Press suits, occasionally even a black opera cape-Yale wits have dubbed him "Kingwad Tweed," claim that he wants to be "the first man appointed President of the U.S." Brewster describes himself as "a would-be Republican-but I can't find enough good ones to vote for." He voted for Eisenhower in 1952, favored Kennedy in 1960 and Johnson...
Behind Blitman, a freshman from across the street in a tweed overcoat is talking to his date...
Blitman, surrounded by white levis and old tweed jackets, orders a Bartley's Buns 21. The price--$1.10--is steep, but, after all, this is lunch. The Buns 21 boasts two Bartley burgers, two buns, and some scattered potato chips. Accessories include a little paper cup of cole slaw--about one blue plastic forkful--and a pickle. Two pickles if you know Florence. He also orders a large coke for twenty-five cents. Five minutes later, he's done. A ten cent tip for Florence. And don't forget to get a twelve cent box of crackerjacks at the cashier...
...cloud castles of a childhood that vanished with the czars: a winter residence in St. Petersburg, a summer estate with five bathrooms and 50 servants, "a bewildering succession of English nurses and governesses" and tutors, long bicycle rides along the Luga highway with his beloved father, "mighty-calved, knickerbockered, tweed-coated, checker-capped," holidays in European seaside resorts and spas-all of it heightened now by the awareness of irretrievable loss. "A sense of security, of wellbeing, of summer warmth pervades my memory. That robust reality makes a ghost of the present." It is of no importance that Russian imperialism...