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Post goes on foot patrol
A letter to the NY Post reads in half: “I have a Cindy doll that was given to me when I was a child. Somehow through various moves, the shoes are missing. Any chance she has an extra pair to complete this beautiful doll? Thank you for showing her this letter.” Signed Susan.
This observe triggered an odyssey, bouncing from editor to editor-in-chief to me. In the ’60s, earlier than Biden’s first dribble, the Horsman Doll Co. created look-alikes of the most well-known, talked about or most whoknowswhat VIPs. The company picked them — the people didn’t. How I grew to become one of that tribe, who is aware of.
The Cindy dolls in my purple, white and black colours, sandal sneakers and darkish hair seemed higher than I did. The no longer company was bought to a international producer. I nonetheless own three such dolls. All have sneakers.
So, Susan: Find a store that sells dolls. Buy one carrying black sneakers. Go home. Lose the doll. Keep the sneakers. Then glue them onto Cindy’s ft. Tell us the doll’s price and I will personally instantly reimburse you. I can hardly sleep understanding my look-alike’s shoeless.
Other methods: The Internet can discover doll hospitals, used dolls, locations that sell outdated dolls and salable components. Even a neighborhood shoemaker might put black leather-based strips collectively.
Also in the ’60s Ralph Destino, then Cartier’s longtime president, did a show of gold jewellery designed by me. If Susan desires something from Cartier, I’m not reimbursing her.
Hit with bum rap
Another rapper in the crapper. Busta Rhymes. Being sued by his ex-personal assistant, who earned $200 a day, claims he was yelled at, smacked in his head. Says Busta busted his chops, pressured him to run purple lights, claims he’s blacklisted in the hip-hop industry, now desires back in, plus a few quid money. Busta says it’s all false and a shakedown.
Accredited function
Oscar winner Dustin — is there one other Dustin? — simply turned 88. He says: “I wanted to be a jazz pianist — but wasn’t good enough. Went to Santa Monica City College because I lacked the credits for any university. Acting was the only way to get credits. A friend said acting was like gym — nobody fails you.”
One of the royal err pressure
Coming up is “Entitled: The Rise and Fall of the House of York” the first of 9 million Epstein books. Supposedly exposes Clinton, Prince Andrew and a partridge in a pear tree. Brit creator’s Andrew Lownie. It’s HarperCollins. Everyone’s in it.
Alleging Andrew and Clinton shared the identical mistress he depends on “exclusive” open Palm Beach throats. Listen, Palm Beach throats don’t shut even to chew steak. He’s even got a press agent making the rounds, asking for whoever desires to interview him.
A jeweler was approached by a fund-raiser for a “worthy cause.” Jeweler: “My brother supports six children. My elderly sister hasn’t worked in 30 years. My uncle’s on relief. My father has no food. You call all that a worthy cause?” Said the fund-raiser: “Of course.” Jeweler: “Well, I don’t do a damn thing for these people. Why should I do something for you?”
For sure solely in New York, children, solely in New York.
