Steely-eyed customs lawmen at London Airport prodded the carpetbags of TV Horse Operactor Hugh (Wyatt Earp) O'Brian, got neither whimper nor glare from the traveling guntoter as they took temporary custody of three Colt .45s, one 14-in. long-barreled Buntline Special, 850 rounds of blank ammunition. On hand to keep Britain's cowpoke fans in the saddle by starring in a wild West hootenanny, the frisked visitor jovially drawled an apology for appearing in grey flannel: "Shucks. I'd feel rather ridiculous riding around in the marshal's outfit."
For the 150th anniversary of the birth of Abraham...
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