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...last 24 hours before the election, Carter stepped up his blitz in a desperate cross-country chase that took him 6,645 miles to six key states ("I need you, I need you, help us!" he implored the crowds) before touching down in Georgia's dawn fog on Tuesday morning so that he could vote in Plains. His throat was raspy. His right hand was scratched red from ceaseless, frantic "pressing the flesh" with the throngs that met him. He had put on pancake makeup to cover the red blotches on his face, but the signs of weariness showed...
...cast, furry or feathery actors often fail to perform. The directors of a Minute Maid commercial went through three roosters and 4,000 ft. of film trying to get one second's worth of crowing. Some animals are doggoned prima donnas. Ruth, a shaggy dog star for the Dawn rental agency in New York City, is famous for pushing away her bowl in pet food ads. She makes about $25,000 a year and insists on being the closest to the camera any time she works with other canines. She whines and frets when forced to be with...
...march of the mendicants still begins at dawn as the hollow clap of the temple bell calls Phnom-Penh's faithful to alms. But the city through which the saffron-robed monks walk is now littered with rubble. There is far less food. The silver bowls have been replaced by plastic ones, bought on the black market. Yet the ritual is more important than ever. "People have asked to revive this dawn rite so they can share the little they have in order to make merit," explains Tep Vong, the senior Buddhist monk in Kampuchea. "We are rebuilding...
...their lyrical abyss with "Feelin' Good," a number that sounds like it was lifted from some bastardized Porgy and Bess. In a semicomatose performance, Adam Finkel as The Hobo sings "Dragonfly out in the sun/You know what I mean/Butterflies havin' fun/You know what I mean...It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life...
LOON LAKE shimmers in the dewy dawn, prose and poetry, beautiful words strung like a creeping vine in a jungle of Adirondack fir. But E. L. Doctorow's images evaporate in the sunlight. He tightly wraps the vine around his totem of America then chops at this wooden monument like a pecking bird. He hunts for seedy answers to those pregnant questions only poets ask. He wants to know who we are, where we have come from, what we look like to ourselves. He whirls in a magical helix around America's spine and in the end he finds that...