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NEWSMAKERS
York's sachem ROBERT MOSES, chief of the State Power Commission. They powwowed on the Meadow known as Flushing where are rising the wigwams of the 1964-65 World's Fair, another Moses project. From his Madison Avenue medicine bag, Black Cloud took a beaded redingote and feathered trilby and, thus properly accoutered, assured Moses that the Tuscaroras had no hard feelings about giving up some 550 acres of their reservation for a reservoir at the Niagara Falls power site. A $863,000 indemnity helped ease the pangs as well as make payments on television sets, on which the Indians can watch their fellows lose out to the white man in Westerns. "They realized it's only a play," Black Cloud said.

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The Kennedys: Grace ingrained

Presidential Lumber: The wood-and-plaster sculptures of MARISOL ESCOBAR, especially the blocky portraits of President JOHN F. KENNEDY and family, have gallery-goers a-goggle in New York City (photo). But dreamy-eyed, dreamy-spoken Miss Escobar, a dark-haired beauty born to Venezuelan parents in Paris, said she had only tried to express, in what many observers thought had a three-dimensional cartoon quality, the strength of the President and the grace of his First Lady. "Some people think I made them ugly," she said, "but to me they are tremendously good-looking."

Flight of Fancy: Urbane, mustached JULIUS MONK, producer of nightclub revues ("Four Below," "Son of Four Below," "Son of Four Below Strikes Back") and photographer's model, is leaving the split-level New York nocturnal enterprise known as Upstairs at the Downstairs and Downstairs at the Upstairs. Next stop: The Hotel Plaza's plush basement Rendez-Vous. Monk, no man to flout a winning formula, may rechristen it Upstage at the Downstage.

Animal Cancelers: For three weeks cartoonist WALT KELLY, mordantly whimsical chronicler of the swampy doings of POGO and his friends, has been portraying a pig who looks very much like Russian Premier NIKITA KRUSHCHEV and a donkey with more than passing resemblance to Cuban Premier FIDEL CASTRO. Kelly enhanced the likenesses by making the pig speak in a near-Cyrillic alphabet and the donkey in a Latinate fashion: "I know 25 cents' worth of ten languages," he explained. Four newspapers—The Toledo Blade, Toronto Globe & Mail, Regina Leader-Post, and Kingston, Ont., Whig-Standard—dropped the strip for the duration of the sequence. Dan Nicoll, vice president of the Blade, explained: "...We do not wish to run any comic strip that has as its main topic directly or indirectly anything that has to do with politics." "I'll be glad when it's over, too," Kelly said. "Those damn guys are hard to draw."

Eighteen-Grand Mountain: On a mountainside in Clearwater Hills, a neighborhood of Phoenix, Ariz., where 1-acre lots cost at least $18,000 and houses up to $200,000, the Rev. CHARLES E. COUGHLIN, controversial Royal Oak, Mich., radio priest of the 1930s, has bought a retirement place. As a secular priest (not a member of any order), Father Coughlin, now 70, was entitled to the use of inherited wealth—and reportedly enlarged on it with shrewd land investments. At Royal Oak's Shrine of the Little Flower, the Father's home parish, he refused to talk about his plans, just as he has refused to talk publicly about anything at all since being silenced by the late Edward Cardinal Mooney in 1937. A monsignor at offices of the Detroit archdiocese, asked if Father Coughlin's retreat was beyond the norm for priests, dryly replied: "I think you'd be safe in speculating to that effect."

Vagabond Leather: Now playing Broadway in the musical "How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying," that antiquary (at 60) of the crooners RUDY VALLEE confides in the June issue of Esquire that he plays piano and drums left-handed, tennis with both hands, and enjoys lifting a stein of "good liquor drinks that taste well"—presumably with either hand. Among the things New Englander Vallee cannot stand: "...Phony accents or even genuine Southern accents."

Newsweek, May 28, 1962