You set us up! There on the cover is Paul Lynde looking like he hasn’t a care in the world (PEOPLE, Sept. 13). Open to the story and ZAP! “Life for Lynde, at 50, is a relentless struggle to control his weight, his whiskey and his bitterness.” No wonder he’s nervous, with stories like this.
I can certainly understand how a 1,000-calorie-a-day diet, years of Hollywood Squares and an unfulfilled dream of being a film star could bring Paul Lynde down. Still, it’s sad to see such a successful man so unhappy.
Movie star, maybe not. But Superstar, definitely. I have adored Paul Lynde every time I’ve seen him.
Pamela Santa Maria
Where, oh where can I get a Dandie Dinmont?
Lynde bought his dog, Harry Mac A fee, at the end of the Broadway run of Bye Bye Birdie. The Dandie Dinmont Terrier Club of America, 2811 Hopkinson House, Philadelphia, Pa. 19106, will direct you to a reputable breeder in your area.—ED.
Thank you for your story on one of my hometown heroes, Jeno Paulucci. I have probably never met the man, but I sure know about his mother. In grade school we frequented her little grocery for our penny candy. Each one of us was treated like an important customer while we decided between root beer barrels and bubble gum. Later Mrs. Paulucci was on my evening paper route. There evolved a unique friendship because she believed in young people who were developing a sense of business responsibility. Jeno Paulucci has more than “Mama” Paulucci’s recipes to appreciate.
Glenn Olson, Captain
The Salvation Army
The Hibbing, Minn. house with the grocery in the front room was sold in 1955. Nine years ago Jeno bought it back.—ED.
As they say in my hometown of Duluth: “Where else but in America can an Italian kid selling Chinese food in a Scandinavian town make a fortune?”
St. Louis Park, Minn.
Gen. Louis Wilson
“You won’t find any fat Marines,” says Commandant Wilson. During my recently completed four years of active duty, I saw plenty of fat Marines. I know how General Wilson could make such a statement, though. When he came to Andrews Air Force Base on an inspection tour, all overweight personnel were carefully kept out of sight.
Robert J. Lynch
Just how did General Wilson win his Medal of Honor? Those things don’t grow on trees.
Keith D. Smith Jr.
Then-Captain Wilson led his company into heavy Japanese fire on Guam in 1944 and though wounded three times, stayed on the line during a 10-hour Japanese counterattack.—ED.
God save a country where a woman must hide her family because she loves God and her neighbor. I pray for Ireland and Betty Williams. What a mound of courage and faith! I’m proud of her, and I’m not Catholic or Irish.
J. C. Hart
Betty Williams’ statement that she would give her own son a cyanide pill if he tried to take the life of another is horrifying, especially coming from a woman who is preaching against violence.
Helene Tanous, M.D.
As a longtime fan of jazz guitarist George Benson, I find it heartening to see him finally make it big. But I also find it hard to believe that you didn’t mention the musical genius behind the lyrics and score of his No. 1 single, This Masquerade. How about a word or two for Leon Russell?
“Great writer, “says George Benson of composer Leon Russell. “All of his songs have good stories and good melodies.”—ED.
Mrs. Bloomingdale used poor judgment. But why help publicize the foolish mistake of a woman who has devoted so much of her life to charity work?
So friends view her plight as “more bad luck than trangression” and lament that it’s a “great brouhaha over some thing that goes on every day.” Sounds like the same excuses we heard regarding the culprits in the Watergate scandal!
How are we to believe the Ford administration’s claims that the economy has turned around when a member of the haute-couture set has to resort to crime to fight inflation?
Georgetown is unique, the Capitol is historic and Kennedy Center is grand, but NOTHING can beat Michael Collins’ National Air and Space Museum.
Las Cruces, N. Mex.
Thank goodness I read PEOPLE! Those are my two children with Michael Collins in the picture on page 43. The other two are my friend’s. I knew the photographer was taking their picture, but I failed to ask what publication it was for. Believe me, we have four happy little people.