More on some girls from Teen Datebook who got to meet our boys.
I'm just gonna put it out here and say that I question the validity of everything that was written here..well, particularly in Part One. I can't say for sure it happened or not, or to what degree..and even the boys, themselves, would say a lot of what was written in the teen mags about them was rubbish..but in reading this first part, written by a 16 year old girl, I had to scratch my head....particularly at Paul's "behavior" towards the girl. Just seemed a bit over-the-top and wildly flirtatious to me..and his parting words to her sound like the product of her own imagination and rather inarticulate. You decide.
Lastly...in defense of John, George and Ringo..I just want to say that I wish people would allow them to be human. And that's all I'm gonna say.
And now Part One of the story....
(Chicago, Illinois): Neither Lynda nor I could believe that what we were experiencing was reality; it is so easy to become confused when a dream comes true. But with our DB letter of authorization we had been admitted into the Beatles' Chicago suite, and were nervously awaiting their entrance. Five assorted reporters waited in the room with us, for we had all been granted private interviews by the Beatles' road manager because we represented magazines. The others were old and seasoned, which made us doubly nervous.
And then it happened. They entered and casually slouched into four lounge-chairs facing us. Ringo was smoking a cigarette and looked morose and withdrawn; Paul was the only one dressed formally (in a grey suit) and seemed very bright, happy; John was equally cheerful and carried a coke; George looked rather disinterested.
Almost immediately John noticed Lynda and me, and he offered us a sip of his Coke which we accepted and found to be scotch and coke mixed.
Then Paul saw us and moved his chair next to mine. When a reporter asked him what he was doing he answered, "Must meet the girls, you know, It's them that keep us running." All through the interview he kept stroking my hair which is very long (26 inches). And whenever I asked a question he'd touch my hand while answering which I found to be a very sweet habit.
John warmed to my friend Lynda who is quite insane and they were soon in a laughing fit and kept turning every reporter's question into an opportunity to go either hysterical or caustic together. I had really expected John to be unfriendly towards us, so I was surprised. But then Lynda does have a way with people (especially men), and I was content to sit quietly with Paul who is my favourite anyway.
The first reporter to ask a question picked a silly one: what color toothpaste did they use. Ringo answered that he never touched the stuff.
A woman asked John how his father was; John (cynically) "Pregnant for all I know. Stop probing my private affairs. How's your father?" The same woman asked him if he'd had an unhappy childhood. He said, "No, on the contrary it was quite pleasant. Too short perhaps. That 's if it's all the same to you, that is."
A man asked Ringo how he felt about religion, "Well I don't know. I'm not atheist, that's true. I believe in something that is. See I'm not the godless sort, but neither am I saint-ish."
John broke in: "You can't say there' s nothing up there because you don't know. Atheists are as bad as those righteous types, the lot. But if I had visions I'd take up churching."
Paul spoke, "You know, I believe in the supernatural. You see, I've got hung-up on seances and the Tarot, though I'd never go grave-robbing, I guess."
George said, "It's the spirit of the thing."
Someone asked if they get along together, "Yeah," George said, "sometimes I take to kicking Ringo down the stairways. I've got a violent temper, don't I Ringo?"
Ringo: "I've got the scars to prove it, honest."
Everyone looked incredulous so Paul said, "One time we were at a coffee-bar and George asked for tea. Of course they hadn't any, so George began throwing things about right and left, round-about and everywhere. They called in the coppers on us."
"Really? A man asked. "What then?"
"Nothing. We blamed it all on Ringo. It's his passionate nature you see. Always causing things."
"How do you like the money?" was put to Paul. He answered, "When it comes right down to it money matters a great deal. I mean without it, things wouldn't be quite so pleasant. It's the popularity that disagrees with me. The papers and the fans can't leave you alone at all. Some of them keep permanent vigils at our homes. During last year's vacation we were upset with all those long-range lenses taking photos. Then again the police often either keep us locked in our rooms or go to the other extreme and throw us, practically to the mob."
"Oh they're bloodthirsty, the lot" John agreed with a wild look.
While someone asked John a question, I asked Paul if he was engaged to Jane Asher. He said very softly "An assistant of ours announced it. Yes, I am." I told him that I saw Jane's movie and that I thought she seemed to be a nice type. "You're true at least, " he said. "That's a gear ring you've got. You've a boyfriend?"
I explained that the ring cost 47 cents and I'd bought it myself. Paul then said, "You're shy aren't you? How did you come to be here?" I showed him my DB letter and card. He said he'd read a copy of DB and it was one of the better magazines printed. "So many I've seen print trash, you know, sensational garbage. You remind me of someone. Mo Starkey, I guess. What are you and the others doing after this?" I was very sad as I explained that I'd be leaving early because of the distance to my home in Oak Creek, Wisconsin. "It's a pity," he said, "we've needed someone to have a rave with."
I felt very philosophical as I usually do and asked him "Is it all worth it in the end?" Paul looked at me very closely and his eyes seemed sadder than Ringo's and he said, "No it isn't. I'd pack up today if I could, but it's gone too far for that. It really hasn't any sense left to it, and all the fun is missing now. All those bloody people, reporters, fans, they keep me from, well, I don't know. I s'pose I should be grateful and all that, but it doesn't seem to be worth it anymore. You meet the phonies and the pryers, the hip kids who think it's posh not to like you, the ones that treat you as a curiosity item and the not-so-nice exhibitionists who claim all manner of things - like they were once engaged to you or the like. So we're forced to limit our friends, to only trust a few, to sit about at home and all when we're wanting to go to a club or the like. I don't care for it at all."
I looked around. John was verging on hysterics with Lynda and they seemed to be making fun of a middle aged woman reporter who muddled all her questions: Ringo was patiently explaining his childhood to the rest, and George was staring off into space with a bored look, clinging to an empty drink glass. Behind me a man called to Paul to tell him what he'd been whispering about.
"Nothing you'd care to hear," Paul yelled back. "Dirty jokes."
John glanced my way and cooed to Lynda. "Lord, well will you have a look at that hair-do, luv, what talent." Then Paul turned me around to face him. I could only smile because I was beginning to understand. Their road manager entered the room then and passed around Cokes.
Ringo walked up to me and asked me the way to Picadilly Circus. "Which is longer," I asked him, "a mile or an hour?" He laughed and said, "It must be hard, I mean, being so wise." We both laughed, Paul too, and Ringo laughed so hard he spit out his Coke.
George walked up then and gave a knowing look and said, "Ringo you shouldn't take to doing things of that sort, it can get to be an addiction. At least a target of some sort would be in order." Ringo threw the Coke at George.
Then their road manager re-entered and said that the Beatles had to leave to get to another appointment. Paul walked me out as far as he could. He said a very gentle goodbye and held my hands as he did.
"It was this: "Good bye Kathie. I hope I meet you again soon cause it's great to meet any of my friends ever. I wish I could have met you more. Tell your magazine I wish them lucky times and all that. Stay shy, and you won't get into the trouble I am. Think of me a bit, and if you ever come to London leave your name off at Jennie's and we shall come to see you." He scribbled an address of Jane Asher's on my notebook, kissed me on the cheek and left.
Lynda came out laughing madly. We went with the police to Lynda's car to drive home. Lynda kept telling me all of John's little funny remarks all the way back. She had autographs too.
I've begun to consider the Beatles as people now, not stars or supermen, only very friendly and in some cases very misunderstood by press and fans.
One other thing. When I arrived at the interview I had a black ribbon in my hair; afterwards I discovered it was gone. Maybe I lost it in the excitement. But I hope not because I like to think that maybe Paul has it. And I like to think that we shall be friends.
Here is Part Two of the Datebook article, this time by a 17 year old girl from Oregon:
Portland, Oregon: The time was 5:45 P.M. on August 22, 1965, at Memorial Coliseum in Portland, Oregon, and as I at sit in my chair at the press conference to be held for the Beatles, I could hardly believe my good fortune.
My heart hammering loudly, I anxiously stared at the side door through which were sauntering the Beatles! I gasped as I got a good look and the only thing I could think was that they didn't look anything like they were supposed to! From the thousands of pictures taken of them, from television shows, and their two movies I had a mental image of them all neatly formed, and when I viewed them at close-range for the first time, I suddenly discovered they were mortal.
Their clothes were very casual. Ringo was wearing a red and white striped surfer shirt, dark jacket and dark trousers. He is much smaller than I thought and his hair was very long falling over his ears, but it was clean-looking and shiny. His hair is a medium brown color and his eyes are positively huge and a beautiful shade of blue. His nose dominates his face, but one doesn't notice it when he smiles.
George wore a dark shirt, jacket and trousers, and I found him not as handsome as he appears in photos. His hair was even longer than Ringo's and was dark, drying-looking, and in terrible condition. His face was thin and haggard.
John was next wearing a blue surfer shirt with white trim, a beautiful golden-brown suede jacket, black trousers, and black boots. I found John to be the most surprising Beatle as far as looks are concerned. His hair is in reality a very light brown and it was long in back and on top but with "sidies" on the sides. His eyes are a light brown, too, and he has the longest eyelashes of the four. He has a virile handsomeness which doesn't show up on photographs, and he has a lovely smile which reveals dimples.
Paul was dressed in a dark shirt, jacket, and tight pants and I discovered that his features are not so delicate in person and that he is even handsomer. His hair is very dark, almost black, and it is shaped so that it falls in layers onto his forehead. His eyes are large and a dark hazel and expressive and his mouth is too small for the rest of his face.
We made an orderly rush for the front of the room and I discovered myself about a foot away form Ringo Starr. As the shock of being so close paralyzed my ability to do anything, but stare, I just stood and looked at the famous little drummer. I then timidly reached out and touched all four of his rings and his ID bracelet and looked to find the idol of millions smiling at me!
"Ringo" I stammered, "Could I shake your hand" He flashed his wonderful smile and as we shook hands he winked at me! I decided that Ringo would always be my second favorite Beatle. I moved down in front of George, forgetting that I was supposed to be taking pictures. "George," I began. "May I please shake your hand?" He smiled suddenly and I decided he was very nice. I then somehow made my way down to John Lennon.
As I stood in front of my favorite Beatle the only thing I could think of was that his contact lenses looked like they hurt him. He smiled and stuck out his hand and without thinking, I rested my right arm on top of his left while we shook hands! "John, " I said, "are your contacts bothering you?" "No," he answered. I got the distinct feeling that not too many people had asked that question. Undaunted I plunged on, "I have them too!" I confided.
He leaned closer and stared searchingly into my eyes. "Are yours bothering you?" he said with a straight face. "No." I stammered and then we both laughed. "They're good aren't they?" John said seriously and I could only nod, not trusting my voice. "But your eyes are prettier then mine." John said and to my dismay unwanted tears rolled down my cheeks.
"Hey" John said with a slight laugh. "Don't cry or they'll wash away!" I smiled through my tears as I blurted, "John you're my favorite." He smiled warmly, gave my hand a final shake and said, "You're my favorite."
Reluctantly, I disengaged myself and went onto Paul. As we shook hands, Paul caught his thumb on my class ring. "What's this?" he asked puzzled. "It's my class ring from school," I told him, and he remarked that it was very nice.
Somehow I maneuvered myself back down in front of John and I said, "John, I have a friend in New Jersey named Maria who sends you all her love!" He smiled at me and replied in a nice voice with no hint of sarcasm, "Tell her thank you."
Then the Senior Press Secretary instructed us to sit down. I resumed my chair and began furiously taking pictures as the interviewing began. Here are the questions which were asked.
Q: Paul can I say that you and Jane Asher are engaged?
A: (laughing) sure you can say it! But she's my girlfriend.
Q: John are you writing another book at this time? (I asked this)
A: No, not right at the moment. I am talking to you. (laughter)
Q: George, I read that you and Pattie Boyd are married. Are you?
A: Don't read that rubbish...we're not married right at the moment, but may be in the future.
Q: George are you really designing a "Harrison" guitar"
A: No, that was all the publicity man's idea!
Q: Does the screaming of the fans bother you?
A: (all) No!
Q: Is this your last American tour?
A: (John) No, we'll be back next year, probably
Q: John this is the second year in a row that you've been away from your wife on your anniversary... (laughter from John and, What anniversary?" laughter from everybody)
A: No, we don't observe anniversary's, birthdays, and that--it's all a load of rubbish.
Q: John, what are some of the comments people have made about your new book?
A: (irritably) No one has said it was obscene, if that's what you're getting at!
Q: John, have you called your wife yet?
A: She's in a country where they don't have phones.
Q: Ringo, why did your wife cut her hair?
A: She didn't y'know.
Q: But she did, when I saw her....
A: When were you last over there? (laughter)
Q: John, will your next film be titled A Talent for Loving?
A: No! Because Paul and I won't write for anything with that name!
Q: How long do you fellows expect to stay together?
A: (Paul) As long as it lasts.
Q: How long do you expect it to last?
A: (John) Well, y'know we can't say anything definite. Who knows for sure really. We don't want it to go forever.
Q: Have you any plans to record any Bob Dylan songs?
A: (John) No, he's got enough money as it is! (Paul) John and I write enough material ourselves.
The press conference was declared at an end and there was just time for one quick last picture as the Beatles were whisked out of the room. It had been a wonderful thirty-five minutes and the most wonderful thing I discovered about them is that they are decidedly human! I still adore and idolize them, but now I genuinely like them just for being so wonderfully natural!
Lastly...in defense of John, George and Ringo..I just want to say that I wish people would allow them to be human. And that's all I'm gonna say.
And now Part One of the story....
(Chicago, Illinois): Neither Lynda nor I could believe that what we were experiencing was reality; it is so easy to become confused when a dream comes true. But with our DB letter of authorization we had been admitted into the Beatles' Chicago suite, and were nervously awaiting their entrance. Five assorted reporters waited in the room with us, for we had all been granted private interviews by the Beatles' road manager because we represented magazines. The others were old and seasoned, which made us doubly nervous.
And then it happened. They entered and casually slouched into four lounge-chairs facing us. Ringo was smoking a cigarette and looked morose and withdrawn; Paul was the only one dressed formally (in a grey suit) and seemed very bright, happy; John was equally cheerful and carried a coke; George looked rather disinterested.
Almost immediately John noticed Lynda and me, and he offered us a sip of his Coke which we accepted and found to be scotch and coke mixed.
Then Paul saw us and moved his chair next to mine. When a reporter asked him what he was doing he answered, "Must meet the girls, you know, It's them that keep us running." All through the interview he kept stroking my hair which is very long (26 inches). And whenever I asked a question he'd touch my hand while answering which I found to be a very sweet habit.
John warmed to my friend Lynda who is quite insane and they were soon in a laughing fit and kept turning every reporter's question into an opportunity to go either hysterical or caustic together. I had really expected John to be unfriendly towards us, so I was surprised. But then Lynda does have a way with people (especially men), and I was content to sit quietly with Paul who is my favourite anyway.
The first reporter to ask a question picked a silly one: what color toothpaste did they use. Ringo answered that he never touched the stuff.
A woman asked John how his father was; John (cynically) "Pregnant for all I know. Stop probing my private affairs. How's your father?" The same woman asked him if he'd had an unhappy childhood. He said, "No, on the contrary it was quite pleasant. Too short perhaps. That 's if it's all the same to you, that is."
A man asked Ringo how he felt about religion, "Well I don't know. I'm not atheist, that's true. I believe in something that is. See I'm not the godless sort, but neither am I saint-ish."
John broke in: "You can't say there' s nothing up there because you don't know. Atheists are as bad as those righteous types, the lot. But if I had visions I'd take up churching."
Paul spoke, "You know, I believe in the supernatural. You see, I've got hung-up on seances and the Tarot, though I'd never go grave-robbing, I guess."
George said, "It's the spirit of the thing."
Someone asked if they get along together, "Yeah," George said, "sometimes I take to kicking Ringo down the stairways. I've got a violent temper, don't I Ringo?"
Ringo: "I've got the scars to prove it, honest."
Everyone looked incredulous so Paul said, "One time we were at a coffee-bar and George asked for tea. Of course they hadn't any, so George began throwing things about right and left, round-about and everywhere. They called in the coppers on us."
"Really? A man asked. "What then?"
"Nothing. We blamed it all on Ringo. It's his passionate nature you see. Always causing things."
"How do you like the money?" was put to Paul. He answered, "When it comes right down to it money matters a great deal. I mean without it, things wouldn't be quite so pleasant. It's the popularity that disagrees with me. The papers and the fans can't leave you alone at all. Some of them keep permanent vigils at our homes. During last year's vacation we were upset with all those long-range lenses taking photos. Then again the police often either keep us locked in our rooms or go to the other extreme and throw us, practically to the mob."
"Oh they're bloodthirsty, the lot" John agreed with a wild look.
While someone asked John a question, I asked Paul if he was engaged to Jane Asher. He said very softly "An assistant of ours announced it. Yes, I am." I told him that I saw Jane's movie and that I thought she seemed to be a nice type. "You're true at least, " he said. "That's a gear ring you've got. You've a boyfriend?"
I explained that the ring cost 47 cents and I'd bought it myself. Paul then said, "You're shy aren't you? How did you come to be here?" I showed him my DB letter and card. He said he'd read a copy of DB and it was one of the better magazines printed. "So many I've seen print trash, you know, sensational garbage. You remind me of someone. Mo Starkey, I guess. What are you and the others doing after this?" I was very sad as I explained that I'd be leaving early because of the distance to my home in Oak Creek, Wisconsin. "It's a pity," he said, "we've needed someone to have a rave with."
I felt very philosophical as I usually do and asked him "Is it all worth it in the end?" Paul looked at me very closely and his eyes seemed sadder than Ringo's and he said, "No it isn't. I'd pack up today if I could, but it's gone too far for that. It really hasn't any sense left to it, and all the fun is missing now. All those bloody people, reporters, fans, they keep me from, well, I don't know. I s'pose I should be grateful and all that, but it doesn't seem to be worth it anymore. You meet the phonies and the pryers, the hip kids who think it's posh not to like you, the ones that treat you as a curiosity item and the not-so-nice exhibitionists who claim all manner of things - like they were once engaged to you or the like. So we're forced to limit our friends, to only trust a few, to sit about at home and all when we're wanting to go to a club or the like. I don't care for it at all."
I looked around. John was verging on hysterics with Lynda and they seemed to be making fun of a middle aged woman reporter who muddled all her questions: Ringo was patiently explaining his childhood to the rest, and George was staring off into space with a bored look, clinging to an empty drink glass. Behind me a man called to Paul to tell him what he'd been whispering about.
"Nothing you'd care to hear," Paul yelled back. "Dirty jokes."
John glanced my way and cooed to Lynda. "Lord, well will you have a look at that hair-do, luv, what talent." Then Paul turned me around to face him. I could only smile because I was beginning to understand. Their road manager entered the room then and passed around Cokes.
Ringo walked up to me and asked me the way to Picadilly Circus. "Which is longer," I asked him, "a mile or an hour?" He laughed and said, "It must be hard, I mean, being so wise." We both laughed, Paul too, and Ringo laughed so hard he spit out his Coke.
George walked up then and gave a knowing look and said, "Ringo you shouldn't take to doing things of that sort, it can get to be an addiction. At least a target of some sort would be in order." Ringo threw the Coke at George.
Then their road manager re-entered and said that the Beatles had to leave to get to another appointment. Paul walked me out as far as he could. He said a very gentle goodbye and held my hands as he did.
"It was this: "Good bye Kathie. I hope I meet you again soon cause it's great to meet any of my friends ever. I wish I could have met you more. Tell your magazine I wish them lucky times and all that. Stay shy, and you won't get into the trouble I am. Think of me a bit, and if you ever come to London leave your name off at Jennie's and we shall come to see you." He scribbled an address of Jane Asher's on my notebook, kissed me on the cheek and left.
Lynda came out laughing madly. We went with the police to Lynda's car to drive home. Lynda kept telling me all of John's little funny remarks all the way back. She had autographs too.
I've begun to consider the Beatles as people now, not stars or supermen, only very friendly and in some cases very misunderstood by press and fans.
One other thing. When I arrived at the interview I had a black ribbon in my hair; afterwards I discovered it was gone. Maybe I lost it in the excitement. But I hope not because I like to think that maybe Paul has it. And I like to think that we shall be friends.
Here is Part Two of the Datebook article, this time by a 17 year old girl from Oregon:
Portland, Oregon: The time was 5:45 P.M. on August 22, 1965, at Memorial Coliseum in Portland, Oregon, and as I at sit in my chair at the press conference to be held for the Beatles, I could hardly believe my good fortune.
My heart hammering loudly, I anxiously stared at the side door through which were sauntering the Beatles! I gasped as I got a good look and the only thing I could think was that they didn't look anything like they were supposed to! From the thousands of pictures taken of them, from television shows, and their two movies I had a mental image of them all neatly formed, and when I viewed them at close-range for the first time, I suddenly discovered they were mortal.
Their clothes were very casual. Ringo was wearing a red and white striped surfer shirt, dark jacket and dark trousers. He is much smaller than I thought and his hair was very long falling over his ears, but it was clean-looking and shiny. His hair is a medium brown color and his eyes are positively huge and a beautiful shade of blue. His nose dominates his face, but one doesn't notice it when he smiles.
George wore a dark shirt, jacket and trousers, and I found him not as handsome as he appears in photos. His hair was even longer than Ringo's and was dark, drying-looking, and in terrible condition. His face was thin and haggard.
John was next wearing a blue surfer shirt with white trim, a beautiful golden-brown suede jacket, black trousers, and black boots. I found John to be the most surprising Beatle as far as looks are concerned. His hair is in reality a very light brown and it was long in back and on top but with "sidies" on the sides. His eyes are a light brown, too, and he has the longest eyelashes of the four. He has a virile handsomeness which doesn't show up on photographs, and he has a lovely smile which reveals dimples.
Paul was dressed in a dark shirt, jacket, and tight pants and I discovered that his features are not so delicate in person and that he is even handsomer. His hair is very dark, almost black, and it is shaped so that it falls in layers onto his forehead. His eyes are large and a dark hazel and expressive and his mouth is too small for the rest of his face.
We made an orderly rush for the front of the room and I discovered myself about a foot away form Ringo Starr. As the shock of being so close paralyzed my ability to do anything, but stare, I just stood and looked at the famous little drummer. I then timidly reached out and touched all four of his rings and his ID bracelet and looked to find the idol of millions smiling at me!
"Ringo" I stammered, "Could I shake your hand" He flashed his wonderful smile and as we shook hands he winked at me! I decided that Ringo would always be my second favorite Beatle. I moved down in front of George, forgetting that I was supposed to be taking pictures. "George," I began. "May I please shake your hand?" He smiled suddenly and I decided he was very nice. I then somehow made my way down to John Lennon.
As I stood in front of my favorite Beatle the only thing I could think of was that his contact lenses looked like they hurt him. He smiled and stuck out his hand and without thinking, I rested my right arm on top of his left while we shook hands! "John, " I said, "are your contacts bothering you?" "No," he answered. I got the distinct feeling that not too many people had asked that question. Undaunted I plunged on, "I have them too!" I confided.
He leaned closer and stared searchingly into my eyes. "Are yours bothering you?" he said with a straight face. "No." I stammered and then we both laughed. "They're good aren't they?" John said seriously and I could only nod, not trusting my voice. "But your eyes are prettier then mine." John said and to my dismay unwanted tears rolled down my cheeks.
"Hey" John said with a slight laugh. "Don't cry or they'll wash away!" I smiled through my tears as I blurted, "John you're my favorite." He smiled warmly, gave my hand a final shake and said, "You're my favorite."
Reluctantly, I disengaged myself and went onto Paul. As we shook hands, Paul caught his thumb on my class ring. "What's this?" he asked puzzled. "It's my class ring from school," I told him, and he remarked that it was very nice.
Somehow I maneuvered myself back down in front of John and I said, "John, I have a friend in New Jersey named Maria who sends you all her love!" He smiled at me and replied in a nice voice with no hint of sarcasm, "Tell her thank you."
Then the Senior Press Secretary instructed us to sit down. I resumed my chair and began furiously taking pictures as the interviewing began. Here are the questions which were asked.
Q: Paul can I say that you and Jane Asher are engaged?
A: (laughing) sure you can say it! But she's my girlfriend.
Q: John are you writing another book at this time? (I asked this)
A: No, not right at the moment. I am talking to you. (laughter)
Q: George, I read that you and Pattie Boyd are married. Are you?
A: Don't read that rubbish...we're not married right at the moment, but may be in the future.
Q: George are you really designing a "Harrison" guitar"
A: No, that was all the publicity man's idea!
Q: Does the screaming of the fans bother you?
A: (all) No!
Q: Is this your last American tour?
A: (John) No, we'll be back next year, probably
Q: John this is the second year in a row that you've been away from your wife on your anniversary... (laughter from John and, What anniversary?" laughter from everybody)
A: No, we don't observe anniversary's, birthdays, and that--it's all a load of rubbish.
Q: John, what are some of the comments people have made about your new book?
A: (irritably) No one has said it was obscene, if that's what you're getting at!
Q: John, have you called your wife yet?
A: She's in a country where they don't have phones.
Q: Ringo, why did your wife cut her hair?
A: She didn't y'know.
Q: But she did, when I saw her....
A: When were you last over there? (laughter)
Q: John, will your next film be titled A Talent for Loving?
A: No! Because Paul and I won't write for anything with that name!
Q: How long do you fellows expect to stay together?
A: (Paul) As long as it lasts.
Q: How long do you expect it to last?
A: (John) Well, y'know we can't say anything definite. Who knows for sure really. We don't want it to go forever.
Q: Have you any plans to record any Bob Dylan songs?
A: (John) No, he's got enough money as it is! (Paul) John and I write enough material ourselves.
The press conference was declared at an end and there was just time for one quick last picture as the Beatles were whisked out of the room. It had been a wonderful thirty-five minutes and the most wonderful thing I discovered about them is that they are decidedly human! I still adore and idolize them, but now I genuinely like them just for being so wonderfully natural!