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...dirty lyin' skunk," the man in the black hat snarled. "Reach for them plowhandles an' I'll blow ya in half-pocket-high!" Such scenes of life in the wild but carefully censored West are familiar to every watcher of Zworykin's magic lamp these days. But how many western fans or foes are aware of what goes on behind the scenes? Of horses that make more money than people, of the Hollywood horse operators who write a script a day. and of the Method cowboys? Who knows what agonies the hairy-chested prima donnas...
...broad-beamed U.S. Navy missile-test ship Norton Sound pulled away from her dock at Port Hueneme, Calif, shortly after dusk one day last August, a dockhand bellowed to Captain Arthur Gralla, the skipper: "What time tomorrow ya coming back, captain?" Yelled Gralla in reply: "I'll let you know." To all appearances, Norton Sound was off on another of her one-day, routine, rocket-testing trips to the Navy's offshore test range. But Gralla knew, even before opening the sealed orders in his cabin, that Norton Sound would not be docking at Port Hueneme (pronounced...
...seats in the soaring, powder blue La Ronde Room at Miami Beach's Fontainbleau (pronounced: fountain-blew) Hotel were filled with men in silk suits and women in mutation mink. Steak dinners were snapped up at $10 a plate; drink-hustling waiters peddled hooch by the bottle ("Ya might as well. Yer payin' for it"). Then the M.C. silenced the house with a simple announcement: "Direct from the bar of the Boom Boom Room [another Fontainbleau saloon] we bring you the vocalist, Frank Sinatra...
Russia's good-neighbor contrast the same week: 1,500 farmers and farmers' wives from the Polish town of Siemiatycze (rhymes with Shame ya witch ya) trekked 100 miles to Warsaw, mobbed the U.S. embassy on nothing more than the strength of a wild rumor that the U.S. would transport anybody who wanted to settle in Alaska. Key reason why the rumor swept on through village after village: Communist officials and newspapers insisted that the rumor...
...watchers' bulletins, and even (in Boston) advice to those contemplating suicide. Teen-agers could hardly live without the telephone -and many parents can hardly live with it. Twisted into every position-so long as it is uncomfortable-teen-agers keep the busy signals going with deathless conversation: "What ya doin? Yeah. I saw him today. Yeah. I think he likes me. Wait'll I change ears. Whaat? Hold on till I get a glass of milk...