At least one full-fledged and full-bosomed Miss America (1964 model) will attend the University of Arkansas homecoming, but when they came to elect a queen of their own for the occasion, the Razorbacks passed up the 1964 Miss in favor of the 1965 runner-up: blonde senior Karen Carlson. It didn't have anything to do with the fact that Karen is Kenny Hatfield's girl and Kenny is both president of the senior class and last year's foremost national punt returner.
In political press agentry, there is nothing like a picture of your man doing something strenuous to counteract the bad press of a heart attack in high office. Dwight Eisenhower was out on the golf course after his coronary in 1955 just as quick as Jim Hagerty could get him there. Senate Majority Leader Lyndon Johnson climbed back on that old cayuse in 1955 almost before the ink was dry on his EKG. Now, if the photograph shot in the backyard of the Prime Minister's house in New Delhi the other day is to be believed, India's badminton-playing Lal Bahadur Shastri (below), who was knocked out by what looked like a heart attack less than a month after assuming the premiership, is doing just fine.
Louisiana's Governor John McKeithen didn't expect confetti and cannon fire to greet him when he flew into the bluegrass country to cheer LSU on to victory over Kentucky. But he didn't exactly expect dead silence, either. "Fine way to treat a visiting dignitary," huffed the governor's aide to an attendant after McKeithen's plane touched down at the airport before a waiting crowd conservatively estimated at zero. "Why, there isn't even a police escort. How is the governor going to get to the game?" "What game?" drawled the attendant. "Why, the LSU-Kentucky game, of course," said the aide somewhat shrilly. "That game's in Lexington," he was informed. "This here is Louisville."
Peggy Goldwater, on an extended trip promoting her husband's presidential campaign, couldn't resist promoting herself just a little. "Yes," she told Harrisburg reporters, "the family's favorite sport is deep-sea fishing, but I'm probably a better fisherman than Barry." This turned out to be a bit of feminine exaggeration. Mrs. Goldwater's biggest catch was a 350-pound marlin off La Paz, Mexico. That made her family champion—but only for three years—until her husband boated a 520-pound marlin off Peru. However, like Barry, Peggy is good at explaining apparent contradictions: "I might be a better fisherman than Barry, because I'll just keep sitting there waiting for the fish, but after a while Barry gets impatient and wants something to happen."
Now that the assembly lines are running full tilt again, everybody soon will be showing off his new car, and Superspy James Bond is no exception. But the especially-built, $45,000 Aston Martin that Bond drives in his newest movie, Goldfinger, boasts a few extras not found in most '65 models. Items: machine guns, bulletproof windows, radar, revolving license plates to confuse pursuers and an oil-spreader to slick the road and shake them off, a nail-dropping gadget, bumper guards that convert into battering rams, an ejection seat for disposal of unwanted passengers and (handiest of all) hubcaps with retractable knives that pop out at the punch of a button to slash enemy tires. According to Aston Martin Director David Brown Jr., these gadgets, while not standard equipment, are readily available even to nonsecret agents at about $15,000 over the list price. "We'd be glad to produce models with these extras for anyone who feels he needs them," says the obliging Mr. Brown.
The prettiest farmhand around, blonde, pageboy-cut Susan Huxley, granddaughter of famed Biologist Julian and grandniece of the late Novelist Aldous, is keeping company with some cattle these days and plainly enjoying it (below). After working on cats and lap dogs for six months for a Los Angeles veterinarian, apprentice Huxley has transferred her talents for animal husbandry to the 870-acre Ohio farm of cattle-raising Industrialist Cyrus Eaton. "I've always been nuts for animals, she explained, as she swept out a stall at the American Royal Livestock Show in Kansas City, Mo.
Phil Harris, University of Texas football player, and Phil Harris, Hollywood bandleader, have been keeping in close touch via telegram for some time now. When Longhorn Harris scored twice against Navy in the Cotton Bowl, the other Harris wired, THAT'S THE WAY TO KEEP UP A GOOD NAME. When Singer Harris blew a three-foot putt in the Crosby golf tourney, his Texas namesake wired back, SHORT YARDAGE IS ALWAYS TOUGHEST. The latest exchange came when Halfback Harris scored the winning touchdown against Oklahoma. WE MAY MAKE ALL-AMERICA YET, wired Alice Faye's famous husband. The telegrams may start a fad. The Southwest Conference also boasts a Danny Thomas (SMU) and a Gary Moore (Texas).
There are some Yankees at least who do not consider fired Announcer Mel Allen too talkative. When some friends toss Joe DiMaggio a 50th-birthday dinner in San Francisco November 18, Allen will be the toastmaster.