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...traveler is well advised to button his wallet pocket, fold his arms in crowds, and beware of the interested bystander as he cashes his traveler's checks. But the best defense may be psychological: Above all, says Arno, the tourist must have "pace in the face. If he looks alert and aggressive, most pickpockets will leave a man well enough alone...
...there under Lady Bird's tenancy. Those particular paintings have consequently vanished, but their replacements are still works by contemporary Americans. The show that has been on during past months includes Wolf Kahn's diffused Yellow House (1967), Roy Moyer's semi-abstract Cypresses (1968), John Button's Hopperesque Lake Erie (1968), and an assortment of paintings by artists from other schools and other parts of the country. Hidden in private offices can even be found a few lithographs by such avant-garders as James Rosenquist and Frank Stella...
...small control room on the Bahamian island of North Bimini, Marine Biologist Arthur Myrberg pushed a button, then stared intently at a television monitor. Within half a minute, the TV screen came alive with thrashing sharks, groupers, snappers and other large inhabitants of the deep. Myrberg's surprising underwater show had once again started on cue-as it does whenever he signals his aquatic actors...
...ever-more-erotic and exciting Straight Backwards Time (S.T.B.), Billy the Surf Bum's mother was gazing at her navel (belly-button to you). she was entranced. in her navel were crawling four miniature St. Bernard puppies, each with a cask around its neck containing the hole whorl. "my, mmmmmmmmmy," Billy the Surf Bum's mother was saying. "i do hope my seeking son can bark better than the first. hardly since the beginning of time has man ever discovered. . . . why why why x y y? people should be more aggressive in their searches for trooth. it's more manly...
...classy speakeasy during prohibition. It has since evolved into a unique American showplace: a restaurant run in some ways more like a club than a public accommodation. There is no longer a trapdoor on the bar to trip drinks into a sewer at the press of a button, but logs still crackle in the fireplaces and a $750,000 collection of paintings, drawings and bronzes adorns the paneled walls. Habitues include the rich, the powerful and the famous, plus thousands of others who flock there to see or be seen, attracted as much by the mystique as the cuisine...