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Ladybug Ladybug. May 32, 1964. Russia and the U.S. stand eye to eye, missile to missile. In a small American town, a secretary sits in the office of an elementary school and wonders nervously what millions of ordinary people are wondering that day: Will some madman push the panic button? And if he does will the bomb fall on-ZZZRRRZZZRRRZZZRRRZZZRRR...
...football, after all, is show business-and everybody knows that there is no showman like an old showman. At 37, Quarterback Y. A. Tittle of the New York Giants is only two years younger than Jack Benny; he wears high-button cleats, laments his departed hair, and eats meatball sandwiches before each game because he thinks they bring him luck. At 33, Giant Halfback Frank Gifford is the man in the collar ads, the face that launched a thousand razor-blade commercials. Each has a special talent: Tittle throws a football better than anybody (60% completion average, a record...
There will be plenty of bare-midriff two-piecers and, for girls who feel happier under wraps, the so-called blouson tops. Bikini wearers can cover up, too, with extra little button-on aprons and tops of the same material. But the pace setters will be more likely to show up in the strapless, wrapped-towel look-the suit that seems about to fall off any minute, but is so cleverly architected within as to be all but surf-proof. In materials, the newest notions seem to be the least aquatic: white kid, velvet, wool and suede...
...still active bald eagle of Broadway, published Mister Abbott, an account of his own life-all 76 years of it. Since he has been director, producer, writer, actor or plastic surgeon for 103 Broadway shows of all types except the intellectual-Twentieth Century, Room Service, Pal Joey, High Button Shoes, Where's Charley?, Call Me Madam, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, Wonderful Town, Pajama Game, Damn Yankees, Fiorello!, A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum, Never Too Late-it might have been expected that his book would contain a profusion of insights and smoky anecdotes...
...Crooner. At 54, she looks her age, with sunburst wrinkles around her boot-button eyes. But she wears her years with indifference. And age has very little to do with her appeal. She was 21 when she started and brought the house down with I Got Rhythm. But she was never a sex object. She was mostly the hearty hostess, amused by the raucous comedy of life and essentially detached. Her manner suggested that sex wasn't everything, that exuberance could give vitality to even the middle-aged and the homely. She palpably could never see herself...