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Despite this plethora of talent and quality in Harvard's back yard, a trip across the Charles is frequently worthwhile. The Cafe Yana, on Brookline St. just over the railroad bridge from Kenmore Square, seems to have recovered from a severe case of amateurism. Bolstered by a recent folding green transfusion, it specializes in importing the best of New York folk singers who, however, seldom equal their Boston counterparts. Several coups of the Cafe Yana include a week of Gary Davis, an upcoming three weeks of Rolf Cahn and reported future bookings of Big Joe Williams and Sleepy John Estes...
Strolling Plastiqueur. His odyssey started in Reno, where he sang for $5 in a cafe. Twanging through Western Europe, North Africa, the Middle East and India, he did not always do so well. He slipped into the kitchen at the Royal Palace in Copenhagen and strummed away to the delight of three scullery maids. But Denmark's King Frederick IX came to see what the noise was, listened for a while in amusement, then returned to his throne, leaving a hungry Bohn behind. Arriving in Algeria at the wrong time (November 1961), he strum-a-strum-strummed through...
...Golden Prime is a sort of cafe society Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? Each progresses at length through the three stages that Albee calls "Fun and Games," "Walpurgisnacht," and "Exorcism," and each maintains that adjustment to an unhappy situation can come only through love. Here the resemblance ends. Virginia Woolf remains unified and gripping throughout despite its humor, while In the Golden Prime is episodic and unconvincing, with long irrelevancies and overworked profanities...
...SQUIRREL I EVER MET, by Gene Zion, illustrated by Margaret Bloy Graham (Scribners ; $3), is a shy warning that there are mean squirrels in the forest too. Hero Squirrel has all his nuts stolen by M. O. (for Mean Old) Squirrel, who tries to sell them at the Squirrel Cafe, but is politely scolded, reforms and, in the end, teaches the little squirrels how to play ice hockey with a hazel...
Though few daily newspaper readers have ever heard of it, one of the world's most respected news services is a tiny organization called Agence Europe. The nine men who gathered in Luxembourg's Hotel Brasseur cafe to herald the service's tenth anniversary last week constitute the entire staff. Ever since they were hired, they have surveyed the same un-romantic-sounding beat: Europe's Common Market. But by their authoritative reporting of the political and economic experiments that are changing Europe, they have made the daily blue-green bulletins of Agence Europe required reading...