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...Certainly not the South Koreans. To be sure, they would like firmer guarantees of U.S. support in the unlikely event that North Korea's Kim II Sung decides to move from his pinprick attacks along the 38th parallel to an all-out assault. But they will be receiving some $750 million from Washington over the next five years to modernize their 620,000-man military force-and to ease the pain of the withdrawal, possibly by 1975, of the 42,000 U.S. troops remaining on their soil...
...Orleans melting pot, however, was a disreputable mix of African, Spanish, French and Protestant revivalist musical influences that would mature into a uniquely American idiom. Black music had wandered away from its African grandparents, picked up a few hymn tunes, worked in fields and on railroads, and been sung to make slavery endurable. Around 1900, in the honky-tonks and whorehouses of New Orleans, it became jazz...
...years she had seemed unable to avoid the glare of publicity. Thus it came as a surprise when word leaked that Tobacco Heiress Doris Duke, 58, has for two years sung as a chorister in an almost all-black gospel choir in Nutley, New Jersey's First Baptist Church. Along with the other 100 members of the Angelic Choir, Doris goes to Friday-night choir practice, tours along with the gospelers, and occasionally invites them all up to her 2,500-acre estate in Somerville. "We know Doris is a millionaire," said Pastor Lawrence Roberts. "But all those...
...this, because that's as far as his training takes him. But he responds well enough. Yes, Mother Katherine had played clarinet in high school, but she wasn't much of a musical influence. Father Joe, who also sports a natural and who as a youth had sung and played guitar with a local group called the Falcons, set more of an example. The whole family, Maureen on piano, would sit around the house through the '60s and sing on weekends, Joe providing the chords on guitar. Tito got the idea they should be a formal group...
...They are joined by a third person who has ties to the past of one of them-a woman with whom the wife lived during her days as a secretary in London. As usual with Pinter, the surface is unremittingly mundane. Coffee is poured, snatches of old songs are sung, memories are exchanged. Also as usual, the action is punctuated by pregnant pauses, the lines surrounded by halos of significant silence. Deeper emotions are hinted at: the lingering spell of the visitor's lesbian attachment to the wife, the husband's sense of being threatened by the woman...