Rummy, Dick et al should heed the Chinese example and unburden their souls.
Was it the Velvet Hammer, a friend of Poppy Bush, who did the deed?
They are at the heart of the Administration, like star-crossed lovers.
DICK and Rummy are holed up in the den of Rummy's Chesapeake Bay retreat, Mount Misery, pawing through sheafs of transcripts of wire-tapped telephone conversations, hunting for inside dope.
THE Poms must be damning William Dampier as a no-good rummy with chronic syphilis and a ghastly sense of direction.