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The bullfight crowd in Lima, Peru, was jeeringly hostile. Growing cautious with age, Spain's número uno matador, Antonio Ordóñez, 30, was putting on such mediocre performances that aficionados hoisted an insulting placard: "Ordóñez, you are a thief." The handsome matador took 23 minutes executing a careful and appropriate reply. Again and again, he brought the crowd up screaming "Ole!" with a series of slow, majestic passes. At the end of his faena, Ordóñez stood in the arena as a friend scissored off his coleta—the bullfighter's pigtail—to mark his retirement from the ring. Said Ord&ó#241;ez: "It is just a deep feeling that this is the way it must be, that my time to quit is now."
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Rated one of the richest Negroes in the U.S., Singer Johnny Mathis, 27, could hardly care less, to hear him tell it in London to reporters. "Money to me is paper with cute engraving on it," he said. "I was once told how much of the stuff I had, but I've forgotten. I own apartment buildings in America, twelve music publishing firms, and an office block with a bank in it. There's $2,000,000 in royalties lying waiting for me at Columbia Records. I'll let them lie there until I can find an accountant cute enough to get them out without paying 92% tax to Kennedy." So saying, cute Millionaire Mathis borrowed a sixpence for a telephone call.
His annual income of $150,000 may seem adequate, testified Auto Heir Horace E. Dodge, 65, in a Detroit court, but it doesn't last long at the rate his fifth wife. Gregg, 38, is running up his charge accounts. In the past three years, said Dodge, he has had to borrow $1,594,691 from his mother just to keep up the payments for Gregg's shopping sprees. Now he wants the court to stop spendthrift Gregg from putting him even deeper in debt to Mama. "Have you found it easy to borrow from your mother?" asked Mrs. Dodge's attorney. "No," replied Dodge. "Nonetheless you did borrow it?" the attorney pursued. "Yes," sighed Dodge, "but it wasn't easy."
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He long ago gave up eating meat and then reluctantly put a stopper in his Jack Daniel's sour mash. On his 94th birthday, former Vice President John Nance Garner sadly announced at his Uvalde, Texas, home that in the name of health and increased longevity he is considering giving up his last enjoyable vice—his black stogies.
On his way to Prague as the new U.S. Ambassador to Czechoslovakia was Career Diplomat Outerbridge Horsey, of the Maryland Horseys, whose grandfather was the founder of the "Old Horsey" rye distillery. Said Ambassador Horsey, who previously was No. 2 man in Rome: "I am the sixth Outerbridge Horsey and my unhappy son is the seventh. In fact, the only trouble with any new post is explaining the name to people."