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...first installment of an even grander "15-year-perspective development plan"-been proclaimed that sounded so much like a political manifesto. It pledges Russia's 121 million workers "the world's shortest working week"-but at some unspecified future time. It promises that there will be butter for every Russian table, while "flights to celestial and cosmic bodies" will also be carried out. It targets an overall rise of 80% in industrial output by 1965, and a 62%-63% boost in national income. Thus the emphasis will again be on heavy industry-an old story to Russian workers...
...Indians, who had never seen a major ice show in their country before, fell for it like novices on their first pair of single-runners. Even the anti-U.S. Shanker's Weekly called it "stupendous," argued that "good American show business is worth more than guns and butter." Delhi's citizens jammed the 8,000-seat theater nightly. Among the spectators: Prime Minister Nehru...
...Butter on Turkey. Sixteen years ago, when she was 19, Beverly Pepper was art director of Decca Records Inc. and a fast-rising, horn-rimmed spectacle of success. At 25 she was vice president of a booming advertising agency. Then instinct, and a couple of psychoanalysts, told her to quit while she was ahead. She left for Paris with 32 hats in her luggage, bought blue jeans on Montparnasse and threw the hats away. Last week she was back in Manhattan for an exhibition at the Barone Gallery, which brought close...
...wood in witty and sensuous ways. Woman and Child (see cut), hunched forms of a mother and her papoose, seem in a separate world, somewhere between the nature of a tree trunk and that of people. Why did she quit business for art? Says she, elliptically: "I like putting butter on turkeys. I like peeling and feeling things. The same with my sculpture. You find a big old root''arid have to marry it to shape your preconceived form...
...Then rose Asa, the Scribe, and went unto Belcher (Hancock) the Ruler & said, behold our Butter stinketh and we cannot eat thereof; now give us, we pray thee Butter that stinketh...