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...swiveled hips, the exotics were as easy to take as Tennessee Waltz. In one number, dressed as an Arab street hawker in mountainous fez and awning-striped poncho, she passed out presents of flowers and haberdashery, shook hands, hugged small fry, shared a bottle of champagne with front-row customers, all as though she were an old friend just back from a short trip abroad...
...engrossed in a telecast from Madison Square Garden of a game be tween Montreal's Canadiens and the New York Rangers. She was particularly interested, she said later in federal court be cause her friend and fellow fan, Jonas Walvisch, had promised to wave to her from a front-row seat. On her 10-inch screen, said Mrs. Eisenberg, she saw Canadiens Player Emile Bouchard clout Jonas on the head with a hockey stick just as her friend leaned forward to wave Asked the defendant's attorney: "Did you wave back?" Answered Mrs. Eisenberg: Of course...
Tennessee's aged (81) Kenneth McKellar, who sometimes appears to be dozing at his front-row desk, snapped up like an aroused tomcat. Did the Senate mean to disregard the experience of his committee, which had approved all of these fine projects? By a vote of 47 to 28, the Senators said certainly not. Big Paul Douglas had lost again...
Tireless, stubby Roy Harris held no elective office at the moment, but any day the legislature was in session he could be seen spraddled in a front-row seat, while the people's representatives hurried up to him to hear his wishes. With one exception, no Georgia governor since 1936 had been elected without Roy's help. All the time Roy was in the law business in Augusta, and it never seemed to matter to him who the candidate was. The important thing was that he won; Roy's firm got a lot of business from people...
Pickles & Coffee. When the Senate convened on Friday, Cain was ready. Dressed in a tan gabardine suit, fitted out with a rubber urinal strapped to his left leg under his trousers, he took his stand at the front-row desk of Republican Floor Leader Kenneth Wherry. "My fight is for fair play and freedom," orated Cain. The Senate fidgeted as Cain rasped on, reading telegrams from sympathizers, commenting on golf scores, on tents, on veterans. He argued that any community that wanted control could impose it (as New York State had with Tom Dewey's backstop legislation), that "small...