There was a faraway look in the marinated eye of a waiter at Manhattan's Copacabana nightclub. He leaned back against a plaster palm tree, listening to the liquid tones of the songstress running over the lyrics of Bali H'ai. A yokel at a side table dropped his fork. The waiter glared, snatched up the fork, jabbed a clean che at the customer, and sank back against his palm tree.
Songstress Mindy Carson has been melting the steel ears off the song-weary help for the last four weeks. Wrote nightclub critics: "Sensational," "ear-caressing," "the most...
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