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...Rudolf Bing, 71, the former general manager of the Metropolitan Opera whose laser-beam wit has terrorized and delighted the music world, seems to have decided that he can take the knocks onstage as well as give them off. After signing up to play three performances for the Met's youthful rival, the New York City Opera, Bing explained how he was chosen for a nonsinging, nonspeaking role in a new production of Hans Werner Henze's The Young Lord: "Julius Rudel [the director] called me and said, 'In the opera, there is an old lord...
...between, there is the mixed opinion of the West Germans. Says Ulrich Littmann, executive director of the Fulbright Commission in Germany: "The German has an optically broken picture of the Americans. It's like a beam of light hitting the water. He thinks of the U.S. in terms of the people who sent men to the moon, the people who are portrayed in western movies and TV thrillers, the people who conducted a war in Viet Nam." The same German who goes out and throws a stone through the window of America House in protest of the bombing...
...Just like a fish hook," he said and took a hammer from his overalls. He drove one of the notorious nails into an upright beam in the barn, up to a quarter-inch from its head...
Consider the latest chapter in the saga of the pirate radio ships operating in the North Sea. Anchored just outside territorial waters off The Netherlands, these vessels beam a mixture of pop music, disk-jockey egos and insistent commercials into homes otherwise served only by relatively sedate Dutch broadcasting. Until recently, this profitable operation was shared by Radio Veronica and Radio Northsea, which had agreed to a truce after three frogmen hired by one of Veronica's owners had planted a bomb aboard Northsea (TIME, May 31,1971). Now, though, something new has come between Veronica and Northsea...
...angles, roofless and windowless. On one street, a young worker in a red helmet stared numbly into a pit that was once his home. In it lay children's shattered copybooks, a dead black hen, and a mosquito net still hanging on one end from an upright beam. On another street, relief crews tugged at the corpse of a dead nurse, buried under her blasted dispensary. An old man stood amid the ruins of his home, mechanically putting on his coat and taking it off as though the simple ritual might restore his past...