Cindy Hanley, 20, co-founded No Boundaries Travel Inc. eight months ago with partner Mary Mallen, 38, and the Sunset Strip agency already grosses between $75,000 and $100,000 a month. Their clients include singer Barry White and personal friends like pantomimists Shields and Yarnell—as well as Vidal Sassoon, Inc., Billboard Publications and other companies. Cindy, who was a travel agent even before she graduated from high school at 16, heads a staff of five and handles just the commercial accounts. But the “bread and butter” of the business, she admits, is vacation travel. Although she has booked tours for the Electric Light Orchestra and other rock bands, Cindy has become fussy about celebrities. She represents Sassoon’s company, but not his wife, Beverly, “because she complained when a hotel served her coffee in a Styrofoam cup.” Likewise with Donna Summer (“They must get more organized”) and Zsa Zsa Gabor (“She kept pushing”). The daughter of a film distributor, Cindy grew up in West Hollywood, near her office and apartment. An avid traveler, Hanley used to scout the globe for new hot spots every other month, but is staying closer to home now—to tend to her boyfriend, who’s “into real estate,” and her blossoming business.
Bill Burch, 25, is a fourth-generation thoroughbred trainer who narrowly missed making track history last July. His first big stakes horse, State Dinner (owned by millionaire C. V. Whitney), lost the last leg of New York’s Handicap Triple Crown by coming in third at the Brooklyn Handicap. Still, Dinner earned a total of $285,000 and 10 percent of it went to Bill. “Most trainers spend their whole lives waiting for a horse like this,” he says, slipping the 4-year-old bay a lump of sugar. Burch is no stranger to superb horseflesh. His grandfather Preston was the author of Training Thoroughbred Horses, and his father, Elliott, guided Arts and Letters to the winner’s circle at the Belmont Stakes in 1969. Bill began working with racehorses four years ago after leaving the premed program at Lehigh University because, he explains, “There were too many people with calculators and slide rules on their belts.” As supervisor of 20 horses at the stable on Long Island, Bill arrives every morning at 6 from his home nearby. He spends his afternoons at the betting windows. But unlike his older brother Dan, a professional handicapper turned Wall Street accountant, Bill is a modest gambler. He follows his own advice: “Don’t bet your lunch money and bet only on your own horses.”