When the ground began to heave beneath doomed Managua, Nicaragua (see THE WORLD), Howard Hughes was sound asleep in his hotel which promptly began to swoon. "Cool, so cool," as one aide put it, the phantom of high finance ducked out through falling debris and then spent his 67th birthday camping out in a nearby field. Looking for more comfortable surroundings, he summoned a private jet and flew off to London where he took over a whole floor of a hotel for $2,500 a day. A Hughes aide hinted, however, that the boss might soon emerge from this new hermitage. Said...
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