Not since Normandy had an invasion been so skillfully staged.
The jet from London touched down at Kennedy International Airport on a remote runway guarded by 50 policemen. So far, so good. Then John and George and Paul and Ringo entered automobiles and pulled off a surprise tactic — a westbound drive on an eastbound Manhattan street. That enabled them to slip into their hotel all but unnoticed by the 10,000 Beatle fans straining at police barricades.
Now the mop-topped Members of the Most Excellent Order of the British Empire could relax — briefly, anyway — before heading by helicopter for a Shea Stadium concert opening their eighteen-day tour of the US and Canada.
At a press conference in their hotel, someone asked if they were bored with being Beatles. Came the cry from four millionaire musicians at once: “No!”