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...return to our point of departure, I was leaving New York to visit a friend at Princeton and I had it all fastidiously planned. Get on the subway at 10 a.m.; get on 11 a.m. bus out of Port Authority Bus Terminal; get to Princeton by noon, bop around for a few hours and meet my friend at 3. Yeah, tell me about it. The NYC subways being the NYC subways, I got to Port Authority at 11:30, about 10 minutes before another bus (on a different bus line) was schedule to leave. Not too bad, I would only...
...time to talk about football. After you've been rugged and field-hockeyed out, you can bop on down to the Brown Stadium for the 1:30 p.m. kickoff of the Harvard-Brown game. Harvard partisans will be sitting in the north stand, which is apparently an unfortunate fate. I'll be sitting with a bunch of the guys in section P, row 9. You'll be able to tell us because we'll be wearing shoes, pants, shirts, and coats. Also, all of us have hair on our heads...
Died. Hampton Hawes, 48, jazz pianist and composer (All Night Session); of a brain hemorrhage; in Los Angeles. An effervescent, percussive keyboard stylist inspired by the bop artist Bud Powell, Hawes performed with many of the jazz greats, including Charlie Parker, Dexter Gordon and Jimmy Garrison. Although Hawes became addicted to heroin during the 1950s, he kicked the habit and wrote about both his addiction and his music in his autobiography, Raise...
Originally a bluegrass band, Trills "got too good at it," Dave Sidman, chairman of the sponsoring Winthrop House Folk and Jazz Society, said yesterday, so they started playing be-bop, jazz, 40s music, old time country and Irish fiddle tunes. (Trills has no vocalist). Prepare for "incredible solos at supersonic speed," Sidman says "they're probably the fastest musicians around...
...Bop-eyed, I looked for means of escape. I clawed at the door like the dog I was and suddenly found myself chained with nary a stitch but my Mr. Slim plaid boxers to keep her from discovering my religion. A wild fire crossed her face, singeing her moustache. Faint moisture glistened on her quivering upper lip and she swung toward...