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...often reputed to have near-occult talents: only the legendary Harry of the Ritz could make the splendid martini; only Emory of Barbados understood the mysteries of rum punch. Now modern technology has provided a substitute: a device marketed by National Cash Register Co. with the drab name of Electra...
...drab Polish industrial city of Lodz has a tradition of defiance dating back to the 1890s, when the city's textile workers staged violent demonstrations against the Russian czarist occupiers. Last week Lodz once again showed its rebellious spirit as 10,000 textile workers, most of them women, went on strike. Their action was a warning to the regime of Party Leader Edward Gierek, who succeeded Wladyslaw Gomulka in December after bloody workers' demonstrations against higher food prices and a cut in earnings...
...even the architects are beginning to doubt it. In the theater less is less-and less, and less. The Age of Cool is a blight to the theater. Drama was born to be larger, more vivid and more intense than life. Beckett tells us that life is a drab, attenuated prelude to death. The vaudeville japes of the two tramps Didi and Gogo in Godot are supposedly the ways in which we all kill time before time kills...
...double doors of the drab green second-class railroad coach burst open as the train jerked to a halt. Onto the rain-drenched station platform tumbled 21 disheveled passengers. Men in ill-fitting clothes hurriedly handed down bulging cardboard suitcases. One man struggled with a monstrous feather mattress while a small boy darted away to admire the bicycles in a commuter's rack. There were few words, only a rush to get off the train. With good reason. For many of the passengers, the train was a reminder of a world they have been trying to leave since...
...been reading your article on the American emigrant [Nov. 30] and reminiscing about how I used to spend hours poring over TIME in my drab, unheated Sydney room. My interest then was not generated simply by memories of the friends and material comforts I had left behind but also by the feeling that America was "where it was at." America is the world's Rose Bowl, and I'm glad to have been allowed to come back to be a participant. WILL TURNER San Francisco