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...when it comes to out-Heroding Herod, nothing can match the great millimeter mania. It is not enough that cigarette ads, which seem to be one endless round of jingle-jangle whoop-de-do by a babbling brook or out there in Marlboro Country, are among the more mindless on TV.* Now they are engaged in a dreary interior dialogue. In reply to Chesterfield's joshing boast that its 101s are "a silly millimeter longer," Winston Super Kings scoff: "It's not how long you make it." Right, says Pall Mall 100s. What counts is whether you're "longer...
...Whoop It Up. Whiteley himself is now in the U.S., at the start of a $500-a-month Harkness Foundation scholarship. He has holed up in a penthouse at Manhattan's Chelsea Hotel with his wife and three-year-old daughter, and is already hard at work on an American series, including a collage portrait of Folk-Rock Singer Bob Dylan. Says Whiteley: "Dylan is the outsider. He's the most on person in America." What turns Whiteley on mainly is New York itself, a city that he feels is "like a living sculpture." To capture his first...
When it comes to exciting the citizenry, Flag Day usually ranks somewhere between Arbor Day and groundhog day, but Denver managed to come up with a bit of the old whoop and whistle last week. Some 20,000 people lined the streets as Lieut. General Lew Walt, 54, just back from his two-year stint as commanding officer of the Marines in Viet Nam, perched on the rear seat of a 1912 International Autowagon and led a parade of school bands, color guards, flag-waving children and the 70-man Marine Recruit Depot Band. Rousing...
Obvious Needs. It would thus have seemed natural for the newly empowered Reagan to whoop up opposition to Kuchel in next year's primary. However, both men are finding that, regardless of past reasons for continuing the feud, political considerations provide more cogent motives for cooling...
...magazines. Anderson-Topouzoglou-Arness is trapped in a Los Angeles "Spanish Renaissance ranch house" with a patient wife, a confused teen-age daughter, a supply of Picassos, tabs from the liquor store, and his mate's meddling analyst. "Asleep in the dell of respectability," he awakes with a whoop after making it with Gwen Hunt, a former Dixie-belle show gal turned Girl Friday Night for the ad-agency boss...