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Jaunty little (5 ft. 7 in., 155 Ibs.) Doug McKay, born poor of pioneer Oregon stock, often says of his boyhood that he was 16 before he learned that underwear could be made of something besides flour sacks. Trim (5 ft. 10½, 162 Ibs.) Wisconsin-born Wayne Morse was more sophisticated: his fondest memory of youth is lapping up liberal philosophy "at the feet of the great Robert La Follette Sr." McKay is, and will continue to be, a devout Republican. Morse is a Republican turned Independent turned Democrat. Pitched at each other in the fiercest...
...doors were ripped from their hinges, a movie theater collapsed. Within an hour, rescue teams of priests, Boy Scouts and taxi drivers were digging into the wreckage. Said one driver, jolted from his bed by the blast: "People were running through what was left of the streets in their underwear. I saw ten members of a family lying dead...
...door or sit down. But on a stairway, be sure to walk ahead of the lady. This is because the skirts are getting so short." Advice for all: "Americans consider a train coach a parlor, and pandemonium will result if any Japanese strip to their underwear, as on Japanese trains." ¶ The national organization of the Sigma Kappa sorority notified its chapters at Cornell and Tufts universities that "for the good of the sorority as a whole," it was expelling them both. Though headquarters gave no specific reasons, the chapters had a pretty good guess: last spring, the Tufts chapter...
...wife, he chose as his mistress the courtesan Juliette Drouet. In return for his ecstasy, Hugo made Juliette respectable. He confined her to her room (for ten years she was never allowed to leave it except on his arm), and made her sell all her pretty clothes and underwear. "A bowl of food, a kennel and a chain-that is my lot," said Juliette. But she worshiped the grim master who had imposed such a penance upon...
...puritan nonetheless. These two kill their principles to make a Roman honeymoon-not, however, with each other. The trouble with Harry is that he can only really enjoy himself if he knows he's being wicked. In Paris, he tries "laughing Simone from Marseille, a specialist in net underwear . . . and Mamai and Lisa and Danielle and Monique." His real fate, however, is a Roman prostitute called Dorotea-an "enigmatic goddess," whose "hair quivered slightly at the roots...