Thanksgiving eve Hughes suddenly vanished, having methodically worked to take over not only the city of Las Vegas but the entire state of Nevada. Hughes’s clique of Mormon valets put out the story that a smiling, healthy, high-spirited Howard R. Hughes had sashayed down nine flights of stairs at the back of the D.I., climbed into a limo and been winged away on a long-overdue and well-deserved vacation. He enjoyed the flight, they said. Some of America’s more idiotic claque media outlets dutifully reprinted the press release about the Thanksgiving vacation. Neither Maheu nor Meier believed it for a second.
11/25/1970