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...blowing among the hairless. Not since the days of Yul Brynner's dominion as the King of Siam has the denuded head been so in. Instead of lamenting their defoliated domes, some 1,000 baldies in 42 states and five foreign countries have joined an organization called Bald-Headed Men of America (BHMA). The group, which this month celebrates its first birthday, has a proud credo: If you haven't got it, flaunt...
Ribald Humor. BHMA's head man, so to speak, is John T. Capp III, 33, of Dunn, N.C., who founded the organization so that bald men could "cultivate a sense of pride and eliminate the vanity associated with the loss of one's hair." Despite its name, BHMA is open to both sexes; all one needs to qualify is a bald spot. So many are applying that Capp is considering holding a national convention of baldies next summer. In the meantime, members like Roy A. Palmer, 41, of Raleigh, N.C., hope to further the bald cause. Says...
...psychiatrists in nearly the same way as, say, Z affected one's confidence in the Greek judicial system) go deeper. Psychiatry isn't only a soul-crimping technique for the repression of man's purest, strongest experiences. Shaffer sets up the Apollonian and Dionysiac sides of man in bald opposition. He weighs the comparison by opposing a hygienic professional without strong sexual drives (whose chief pleasure is paging through coffee-table books about ancient Greece) to a barely literate whirlwind of adolescent lust. Strang worships his horse-god every night and knows that his worship is accepted; he whips himself...
Come early January, and its attendant Penn State upset or shock of a nationally-ranked team in a bowl, the kids straggle back East--and out of some sort of sense of honor, straggle back into Bellefonte, Pa. The men and the snow and the Bald Eagle Mountain are still there. Only this time, the conversation continues unperturbed by visitors, who slip in quietly and lay envelopes full of lost bets on their picnic table and leave...
...rules all right, but only after having mastered them as a Yale music student. "I found I could not go on using the familiar chords only," he once said. "I heard something else." In his plural textures and unconventional progressions, he was creative kin to Pound. In his bald and unashamed quoting of pop tunes, he can be said to have prophesied pop art. In the incredible tensions he built up by playing one key or rhythm against another, or in the way he could move dreamily from tender simplicity to the densest of instrumental textures, he was a forward...