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...platoon their crews, and the alternate "Gold Crew" was now at New London, Conn. For Polaris crewmen a patrol starts with a change into a special navy-blue Dacron and cotton coverall. The coverall reduces lint in the closed environment, has no cuffs or belts to get tangled in gear. "But," complains one officer, "it's next to impossible to go to the head in this outfit without dunking part...
...Virginia home. Among the other guests was a young man who works for an electronics firm on the West Coast. The talk turned to Cuba. The young man said that there were rumors among Government contractors that the Soviets were putting a lot of equipment, including electronic gear, into Cuba. Ken Keating, no authority on Cuba, decided to check the rumors...
Cards to Chicken. Today, as Mrs. Post prophesied, the mix-up is on in high gear. There is still a society where the placement of finger bowls is of some concern, but the more people who can afford-or choose to afford-finger bowls, the less important an issue their exact placement becomes. Though manners themselves are still an issue, they are a different set of manners for an increasingly classless society. Where once it mattered how to present a visiting card, now the question is how a guest in evening dress should handle barbecued chicken. Though contemporary society neither...
...constituents or at his red-brick home in Hampstead Garden Suburb, Wilson is affable, easygoing and well-liked. His wife Mary, the daughter of a Baptist minister, writes poetry and is active in her local church; his two sons, Robin. 19, and Giles, 14, litter the house with sports gear and mackintoshes. But in the House of Com mons, the reaction to Wilson is generally one of uneasy suspicion, and he is frequently accused of being "slippery." As the Economist put it last week, "On the big things-defense, the American alliance, East-West, the need to give Labor...
...Huston type, rich enough to dig a two or three hundred million dollar fur-lined funk hole under his Connecticut Shangrila. There is his nice ginny wife. And (what larks in the ark in this subterranean Ararat) his mistress. A Jewish nuclear physicist clever enough to work the survival gear and brave enough to make like a space comic hero in an asbestos suit along the hot galleries of the shelter. The tycoon's blonde daughter. The tycoon's colored butler-old-fashioned enough to do a bit of praying. The butler's honey-colored sexpot daughter...