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Meanwhile in the midst of the cornfields and surrounding woods at Turkana Farms in Calcutta, Ohio, Shavers trained in seclusion like a man possessed. Each day, driven by trainer Frank Lucca, Shavers ran five miles around the fields in the morning and sparred, hit the bags, and jumped rope in the afternoon...
...short while after the lights flickered out, most New Yorkers refused to believe that a crisis was at hand and gamely carried on. Broadway actors performed under the uncertain beams of flashlights held by stagehands; the nude cast of Oh! Calcutta!, unable to grope to their dressing rooms, borrowed clothes from members of the audience and went home in cabs. Waiters at Manhattan restaurants served patrons by candlelight. Buses were delayed only slightly by darkened traffic lights. Garbage trucks whined as usual on their nightly rounds. Mayor Abraham Beame, assuming, like many citizens, that a fuse had blown, ad-libbed...
...newly air-conditioned. Air India runs a restaurant serving inexpensive international cuisine (no alcohol available). Usual duty-free fare, though a bit cheaper than in other airports. First aid. Overall: more efficient and less congested than the Bombay airport, which offers all the ambience of the Black Hole of Calcutta...
When a bobbing, smiley middle-aged swinger lures a reticent and married prospect into her arms, she perks, "Hey! This is the age of the sex revolution. There is nothing to be nervous about." She is wrong. "Oh! Calcutta!," with its literary, artistic, and socially edifying pretensions, is proof of the pudding. "Oh! Calcutta!" was originally touted as a daring effort to bridge the gap between life, love and the art that reflects them. But in trying to pass itself off as sophisticated theater, "Calcutta" does nothing more than mock its own ticketholders. At Harvard Square, a sucker is bored...
...what struck me as more interesting was the coincidence of Heart Throbs' reopening with the showing of Oh, Calcutta! in the Square. I wondered what the people who have to live here and see the property rates fluctuate thought of all this. When on top of all else I saw a woman breast-feeding her child in front of the pinball machines at Tommy's Lunch the day after Heart Throbs' opening, I wanted to know whether a local stalwart like Tommy, who might not be expected to take the most liberated attitude toward nursing in public, thought there might...