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By Richard N. Anderson An hour later, after the last girl had closed the door, Mel Fox rose out of his chair holding a piece of paper and a ball point pen. “Everybody completed their ballots?”
Over the next hour and a half eight other beauties each completed the interview, picked up her portfolio, and swung out the door.
By Richard N. Anderson “I suppose somebody is going to have something crazy for breakfast,” Alan said smiling as he looked at the Beverly Hills’ breakfast menu with its unorthodox list of steaks, obscure pears, and funny sounding omelets.
By Richard N. Anderson Alan looked at the San Rafael Mountains from his first class seat in the 747. His thoughts rambled on as the plane continued descending into what the stewardesses always called the “Los Angeles area.” Airline language … Continue reading
The studio offices of Parkwood Kahn were on West 45th Street in an old narrow commercial building with the world’s slowest elevator. A Pinkerton guard sat beside a dead palm plant on a folding chair reading the Post.
It took two weeks to select the winners. Finally it was over. The fridge at Ham Craig’s Editorial Service was left packed with beer and coca-cola from the committee’s late nights in the six story building on East 51st Street.
By Richard N. Anderson Alan couldn’t take his eyes off the tall girl with close-cropped brown hair in the Brother Rat’s waitress uniform.