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Americans abroad have been boasting for years about California wines, only to be greeted in most cases by polite disbelief-or worse. Among the few fervent and respected admirers of le vin de Californie in France is a transplanted Englishman, Steven Spurrier, 34, who owns the Cave de la Madeleine wine shop, one of the best in Paris, and the Academic du Vin, a wine school whose six-week courses are attended by the French Restaurant Association's chefs and sommeliers. Last week in Paris, at a formal wine tasting organized by Spurrier, the unthinkable happened: California defeated...
...nearly all the small independent producers are in big trouble. Says Gerald McChesney, president of Fort Vancouver Plywood Co. in Washington: "This could kill us-99% of our timber comes from the Pinchot National Forest." As for prices, predicts Lewis Krauss, partner in the Rough & Ready Timber Co. of Cave Junction, Ore.: "We could have a wood crunch as bad as the oil crunch of two years...
Slave of Christ. Much of the initial inspiration for the revival seems to have come from a mysterious ascetic who appeared in the Nile Valley in 1935, spent 30 years in a remote sandstone cave and vanished on a pilgrimage to Jerusalem in 1965. A wiry, wispy-bearded man known only as Abdel Messieh (Slave of Christ) the Ethiopian, he had a deep influence on two men who later became Patriarchs of Alexandria-Popes of the Coptic Church...
...Copley and Auditorium. In the dimness before us the streetcar splayed incongruously across the width of the tunnel. Emergency workers hovered about it uncertainly, shook their heads, spat, conferred in short spurts of strategy. Occasionally they would seek advice from the telephones that seemed to grow out of the cave walls. In the dark unfamiliar tube the men spoke softly, as if not wanting to disturb an accident victim...
...runs a sticker, barely legible in tiny print, fixed below an owl's nest in one of Joseph Cornell's boxes. Who could doubt that the white owl staring from its cave of bark is the artist himself, or that the mock prospectus is a kind of manifesto...