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...trend toward coeducation had developed--and peaked in 1968 with the admission of women to arch-rivals Yale and Princeton--the sudden and official transformation of Radcliffe women into Harvard women, as if by the stroke of a wand (and not by the vote of the Corporation), seemed imminent...
...boom continues, he may have to drive off customers with a wand. The professionals are once again besieged by autograph freaks, inundated with requests for magic lessons and invited to appear on TV. In some respects, it is a return to the good old days and a few of the bad ones. Successful show magicians still live out of hotel rooms making tense one-night stands. A broken prop remains a major disaster, and one rude kid who announces that the coin is up the left sleeve can ruin an evening...
...White House waved its wand last week-and overnight former Vice President Spiro Agnew was left defenseless in Frank Sinatra's compound in Palm Springs. Finally knuckling under to congressional pressure, GAO rulings and public criticism of the nearly $200,000 spent on Agnew's protection since he resigned in October, the White House withdrew not only his Secret Service guards but his car and chauffeur too. Still, Agnew's trip to Palm Springs had a positive side. He sold his novel, A Very Special Relationship, to Playboy Press for "more than $50,000." The book centers...
Once upon a time in the city of San Francisco, a five-year-old boy named Johnny Miller was given a sawed-off golf club that became a kind of magic wand. His father Larry was a first-rate amateur player who could have been a teaching pro. Instead, he made his career with RCA as a cable traffic supervisor and concentrated his tutorial talents on his children. He showed Johnny how to hold the club, then sent him to the basement to hit ball after ball into a canvas backdrop. After two years, Johnny began to take lessons from...
...born nine days before Christmas, so his mother named him Noël. That festive holiday spirit swirled around Noël Coward and his works throughout his life. His plays, musicals, and revues were marvelous parties. To the tinkle of cocktail glasses, he arched the languid magic wand of his cigarette holder and summoned up clever, dashing men and svelte, seductive women who danced divinely, sang bittersweetly and tottered into the tinseled dawn. None of it was remotely real, but it was often great fun, and that suited Coward perfectly to the very day the party ended last week...