Touts
Stamp collecting a metal perfecting.
Stamp collecting a metal perfecting.
What’s in store for ‘88; riding Reagan’s coattails; welcome to the great El Paso gold rush; Yankee lawyers invade Dallas.
Big wind, high tide, New Wave.
The end of the line.
Fan tales.
Dress to kill.
A ground swell of support for booting Howard Cosell; here come the judges; who will fill the UT power vacuum.
Red-hot art, inflation blues, wasted blacks.
Roots.
The days of 40-cent gas are back again; the Astros’ midlife crisis; the state budget is gone with the wind; Baytown’s all washed up.
Firehouse fuming, bullring bawling, onion fields calling.
Eat, eat, it’s good for you.
Texas chic hits bottom; bak error pinches UT law school; carter alienates Texas again; a test for teachers.
Bettered bests, cultural quests, manhood tests.
Look! Up In the sky!
Help!
Stringing in the rain.
Summer in the city; publisher’s power play; biting the handout that feeds you; will Oscar Wyatt abandon America?
Type cast.
In the tradition.
They’re delightful, they’re delovely, they’re delicious.
Houston could forfeit the world’s largest convention; Mutscher loses—again; real estate empires totter; the growing ambitions of Bob Bullock.
Skyscrapers and front porches, sex on the border and at the table, animals assailed and saved.
The rebus factor.
Too many chefs.
A controversial nuclear plant moves to Texas; Clements costs us $11 million; making census out of Houston; the Senate moves toward the center.
Light at the end of the tunnel, frost on the top of the mountain, brass knucks in the lunchbox.
Fowl language.
Party hearty.
Comin’ in on a wing and a mare.
Plaguing the Panhandle; rebuking the Washington Post; slaughtering the Beeferendum; lusting after the Speakership.
Barrio blues, cable cares, coddied eggs.
Restless, rustless.
Cowgirls and dougboys.
Nebraska scoundrels are absconding with West Texas water; adding grist to the Murdoch rumor mill; the old Dallas City Council was never like this.
Love and death.
Penalty for icing.
Music lover.
Docs, rocks, and flocks.
Texas witches need regulation; the Killer Bees sting again; a cloud hangs over the Contemporary Arts Museum; the feds insist that minority rules.
Baby boom, bum rap, race trap.
Ticket to write.
Black and brown.
Fortunes, falcons, and folderol.
Marlin sidetracks the Missouri-Pacific; school boards wrangle over the handicapped; two Texas Sports magazines slug it out.
Onward through the smoke, upward through defeat, backward through time.