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...Miller, grey haired and compact, has been silent until now, but we both start to trade good-natured complaints about how long the trip is. Now she pulls up her bra straps and twists a little in her seat. "I'm going to get my Ma in Detroit. We'll be flying back to Chicago tomorrow. When your rear goes to sleep you know you've been driving pretty long. When we get to Detroit, first thing I'm gonna do is get a six pack, take it over to my Ma's and drink it all myself...
...Wonder Woman, appeared in July and conveyed a mixed bag of goods. Essays blaming both the shaving of body hair and the wearing of panties (the latter written by Germaine Greer) on male oppression seemed bent on completing the self-parody of Women's Liberation that various public bra burnings had begun. But a piece describing the workings of an internal combustion engine...
...vodka are prohibitively expensive. The Soviets are awash in coffee and vodka but desperately desire well-fashioned clothes and shoes. Nearly everyone in Eastern Europe hungers for Hungarian salamis, and Hungary is piled high with them; yet many a Magyar bosom droops despairingly for want of an uplifting bra...
...also remarkably game in her choice of campaign stops. In Bayonne, N.J., she picked the Maidenform bra factory, because it happened to be manned, or rather womanned, by a pro-McGovern union. Finally, she was introduced to Miss Maidenform herself, an ample 36-C, who was wearing a pair of McGovern-Shriver buttons where they would get the most exposure. Eleanor, hardly five feet tall, managed to stare up at the girl's eyes rather than the Maidenform-McGovern propaganda before her. Said she: "This has been a very uplifting experience...
...them both from imprisonment in a cave. To do this, he shoots a signal out of a crack in the rocks with a homemade bow crafted from a handy branch and Eva Marie's leopard-skin brassiere. "I'm certainly glad I didn't burn my bra," coos Eva Marie. This sort of sniggering sitcom stuff belongs more prop erly on television, the celluloid burial ground for which Cancel My Reservation is quickly destined...