Word: sofas
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Dates: during 1970-1970
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...Evanston, Ill., high school, students of English Teacher Thomas Klein shrouded themselves in bed sheets and crawled blindly around the floor. At a body-movement session in Beverly Hills, Calif., participants took turns pummeling a sofa pillow with feral ferocity. From a four-story midtown Manhattan brownstone, the sound of screaming can be heard all day long. It comes from patients of Psychiatrist Daniel Casriel, who believes that such release is therapeutic. In Escondido, Calif., a group of naked men and women, utter strangers, step into what their leader, Beverly Hills Psychologist Paul Bindrim, calls a "womb pool"-a warm...
...setting was informal. We sat on chairs, benches and a sofa, or sprawled on the floor in a large circle. Our attire was equally casual: sports shirts, slacks, or dungarees. Unlike members of the more highly publicized encounter groups, none of us took off any more than his shoes. But before the session was over (four hours Friday evening, eleven hours on Saturday and nine hours on Sunday), many facades and illusions had been stripped away...
...right, I'll tell you what I'm really talking about. Last April, my husband shot himself and left me with seven children-and I can't go on, I don't have the strength to go on." She put her head down on the sofa, sobbing convulsively. All of us, shocked and concerned, looked to Sylvia for help. She was silent, watching Frances compassionately. "If you let us," she said, "maybe we can help." At Sylvia's suggestion, Frances, still sobbing, lay on her back in the middle of the floor. We all knelt...
Sylvia saw her opportunity and seized it. The camera swung to Bob, and he was soon talking about how his father had often beaten his stepmother. "Are you still angry at your father?" Sylvia asked. Only disappointed, Bob insisted. Sylvia nodded knowingly. She instructed Bob to place a sofa cushion on the floor, to pretend that it was his father, and to express his "disappointment" to the pillow while he was hitting it. Bob took a few halfhearted swipes, and unconvincingly remonstrated with his father. Sylvia spoke sharply: "Say you're angry, not just disappointed -say it!" Suddenly...
...Gunsmoke Deputy Dennis Weaver. The gimmick is that McCloud is a New Mexico marshal assigned temporarily to take lessons from the New York City police. Naturally he turns the tables, proving himself Manhattan's fastest gun, lowest tipper, and the lucky stud who stashes his boots under the sofa of the police commissioner's worldly cousin. It is all hokum, of course, but more entertaining than most of the competition...