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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...moneyed interests and cramped into a narrow and cranky orthodoxy that was draped in the finery of enduring principles. By the end of the twenties, the American Right was showing little understanding of its preserving function. It had no standards, no traditions, no coherence-only a grab bag of fetishes and dogmas...

Author: By Sim Johnston, | Title: The Right The Governor Misseth | 3/27/1971 | See Source »

True to the Igo tradition, we all started in on the steak and champagne. By the end of the dinner I had downed two ice cream parfaits, and George Croft, the reporter from the Globe, had managed to slip three bottles of champagne into a doggy bag...

Author: By Joyce Heard, | Title: Happy Birthday, Cambridge | 3/25/1971 | See Source »

...rattlesnakes. During business hours, he cages the snakes in the window of his business office, labeled with a sign: DANGER: SNAKES BITE. At night, before going home, he frees the 5-ft. rattlers to glide around the premises. In the morning, armed with a hooked stick and a burlap bag, he rounds them up. There were a few uneasy days when one snake disappeared-it turned up later snoozing in a dark corner-but the rattlers seem to be working like a charm against burglars...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Nation: Fangs a Lot | 3/22/1971 | See Source »

...crazily in love with a tormented bitch named Petulia. Lester's film contains some of the best sequences of sexual and romantic tension ever caught by a camera, and Scott provides most of them. In one memorable scene, his ex-wife has come to visit him and brings a bag of homemade cookies with her as a peace offering. As the discussion becomes edgier and more hostile, Scott finally pivots around and hurls the bag of cookies at her. The bag explodes against her back, and the cookies fly apart like a fragmentation grenade. It is a moment of powerful...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Show Business: George C. Scott: Tempering a Terrible Fire | 3/22/1971 | See Source »

Around 3 p.m. I was standing in front of the Coop with a friend when a boy reached into my pocketbook (an open canvas bag) and took my wallet. I saw him putting it into his coat and grabbed his arm telling him that I had no money or credit cards and would he please return the wallet. He replied "I don't have your mother-fucking wallet, lady." I told him I had seen him take it, whereupon he handed me a piece of paper which had been inside my wallet and said "Is this what you want, lady...

Author: By Sue Parke, | Title: The Mail 'NOTHING VENTURED' | 3/17/1971 | See Source »

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