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...swear to God, this is taken verbatim from the pages of GQ. There are also a bunch of improbable photos: six fashion models in khaki landing a hot air balloon amidst a herd of giraffes; six fashion models waving from on top of a jeep. Breaking down into couples, the six alternately hug, slice meat, look tough, read maps through glasses of Chablis, practice foreplay, wade in rivers, listen to New Wave on a tape recorder, and become good friends with the Masai tribesmen, who obviously know a smart buy when they see one. As the caption reads: "The magnificent...
...limousine now belongs to J. D. Southern--a member of the Stamps Quartet that backed Elvis for so many years--and one of the King's closest friends. "Elvis gave him a bunch of rings and coats and things," Gadlock says. "And this car too. This is the very car J.D. drove in the funeral procession...
Once again Bond matches wits with nasty men and lips with shady ladies. Once again his work takes him to a bunch of tony vacation spots (the Dolomites, Corfu, Spain, Albania, Moscow in winter). Once again the fate of the world is threatened by-what is it this time?-a nuclear-sub tracking system that has fallen into enemy hands, and can be saved by one lone agent working for an empire over which the sun set long...
...what to watch or what to do. Who is Wildmon to say he is the judge? When does it stop?" Joel Segal, a senior vice president of Manhattan's Ted Bates ad agency, was aroused enough to fault giant P & G for giving "credence and support to a bunch of radicals in Mississippi. They're putting their imprimatur on the work of people trying to impose their views on the rest of us." Ironically, even P & G might be criticized for putting sex on the air, since its high moral standards seem to go into effect only after...
Thus Campo was a controversial figure long before he rudely announced after the Wood Memorial in April that his colt would win the Kentucky Derby because the rest of the field was "a bunch of garbage." The remark was vintage Campo. He refuses to make his sentences parse or his opinions palatable. He also pre-empts criticism about his appearance (5 ft. 7 in., 250 Ibs.) by proclaiming himself the Fat Man. Says one New York trainer: "He's got a huge chip on his shoulder, an inferiority complex that he defends by putting on a superiority complex...