At the National Women’s Conference, the feminists changed their sandals for pumps and embraced mainstream America.
How we learned to stop worrying and love the fifties.
Last year’s biggest bloopers, bleepers, blunders, bungles, boo-boos, bad breaks, bobbles, bevues, balks, and Briscoeisms.
It’s not Diamond Jim Brady, Bet a Million Gates, an Arab sheik, or Liberace. It’s a library.
Royal women reign in Houston; Spanish artist eats dough; new novel for the operating table; more UFOs from Hollywood; wanted: a conductor for the San Antonio Symphony.
Larry Flynt hears the call; everyone hears Bob Bullock; McConn job in Houston; ghost in the newsroom; and cotton on the dinner table.
It’s tough to select food in a fast-moving serving line. A cafeteria is no place for the timid.
Analysts can’t decide whether Tom Browne, Inc., is a silk stock or a sow’s ear.
There are two ways to raise chickens: the right way and this way.