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...last summer I took an uptown bus to the Museum of Modern Art. Down in the theater in the cellar I cried it out with Greta Garbo in Queen Christiana. Upstairs I walked through the most beautiful exhibit of photographs I have ever seen and finally, I found myself by the pool in the museum garden. It was dark and warm and Buddy Guy was playing. Close and sad at first, then wild and glad...
...Lunching Uptown. In most matters of dress, few companies are more conservative than those in finance and insurance. At Chicago's Northern Trust Co., a tradition requiring all officers to wear hats to work has been abandoned, but sport coats remain strictly taboo. San Francisco's Wells Fargo Bank prohibits beards, even though, admits one officer, "our founders wore them." Many secretaries employed in lower Manhattan's financial district live with their parents in Brooklyn, Queens and New Jersey, thus dress with far more restraint than their emancipated counterparts working in the midtown area. "That...
Slowly he moved his free Shakespeare uptown, expanding his company's scope with whatever funds he could beg from foundations and individuals. In 1962 the city chipped in $250,000 and George T. Delacorte Jr., chairman of the board of Dell Publishing, gave $150,000 to build the open-air theater in Central Park. Conversion of the Astor Library into the Public Theater will ultimately cost $3,000,000, of which Papp has raised only $1,000,000 so far. The annual budget of Papp's company...
...what it was. I wake up and I see blue coats and brass buttons all over the campus. ("Brass buttons, blue coat, can't catch a nanny goat" goes the Harlem nursery rhyme.) I start to go off the campus but then remember to turn and walk two blocks uptown to get to the only open gate. There I squeeze through the three-foot "out" opening in the police barricade, and I feel for my wallet to be sure I've got the two I.D.'s necessary to get back into my college. I stare at the cops. They stare...
...word, not a grunt, not a bellow nor a sigh; not a hiccough, not wail, not a curse, nor a cry. Not a hint, in fact, that the killer weed had been smelled uptown that day. If art is, in fact, anything you can get away with, then the Diggers have indeed added a whole freaky new dimension to the concept of Revolution...