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With the FBI on the case, authorities traced Miller to his mother's home in Soperton, Ga. There, four days after the crime, FBI men and the county sheriff found him and Rosalie. Miller, who had shaved off his mustache, was hiding under some burlap in the back of a pickup truck. He denied all charges, insisted that he had left Connecticut because work there had "played out." At week's end, Westport police went to Georgia to pick...
...long almond face. In performance she comes on, walks straight to the microphone, and begins to sing. No patter. No show business. She usually wears a sweater and skirt or a simple dress. Occasionally she affects something semi-Oriental that seems to have been hand-sewn out of burlap. The purity of her voice suggests purity of approach. She is only 21 and palpably nubile. But there is little sex in that clear flow of sound. It is haunted and plaintive, a mother's voice, and it has in it distant reminders of black women wailing in the night...
...floor and revolves a massive iron wheel that looks as if it opened at least a sluiceway in Grand Coulee Dam. The pipe roars like Niagara, and from the end of it rushes-a dribble. With a cake of hope the monster airily washes its face. With a burlap bag it daintily towels off and, turning to the camera, presents...
...point is only that Mr. Rutman, along with the man who runs the gallery, is not an artist. Worse than that, people are theoretically going in and paying money for his blobs and craters. Mr. Wickline's artform, which is paint splashed on layers and levels of sand, burlap, and reindeer moss, offers no solution. The titles of his displayed works are "Entourage," "Into Night," "Still Night," "Quiet Harbor," "Impending," "Dusk, Autumn," and "Dawn Spring," all captured by odd strips and lumps of color in black backgrounds...
Loaded with Shovels. In Lebanon, the first stop, Lyndon's motorcade had barely pulled away from Beirut's Khalde International Airport when the Vice President was off and running. He jumped out of the car at a traffic circle, strode through ankle-deep sand to a burlap-shaded watermelon stand. There he conferred with the proprietor, Ibrahim Sawaan, 15, who grinned up at him from beneath a grubby red cap emblazoned "Champion Spark Plugs." Lyndon assured young Sawaan that the U.S. has "an abiding and unchanging interest in the independence and integrity of Lebanon," got an uncomprehending smile...