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Like so many rock troubadours, S. & G. see pain in the affluent society-in alienation, lack of communication, insincerity, mindless cocktail-hour chatter-but they succeed with these tattered themes by understating them rather than by reviling them. In Punky's Dilemma, in their latest album, Bookends, they even take up the subject of draft evasion, but gently, gently. The song begins innocently: "Wish I was a Kellogg's Cornflake floatin' in my bowl takin' movies/ Relaxin' awhile, livin' in style, talkin' to a raisin who 'casion'ly plays...
POVERTY Misery of Vortex Bathed in the unforgiving harshness of massed TV lights, Senator Robert F. Kennedy pounded a table to still the chatter of shabby, tieless white folk crowded into the one-room schoolhouse at Vortex, Ky. The New Yorker, lowest-ranking Democrat on the Senate's Labor and Public Welfare Committee, had come to assess the plight of once proud Appalachian mountaineers who rank today among the poorest of America's poor...
...event, Gidrolog was not the only party curious about the whereabouts of the U.S. armada. The day after Enterprise headed toward Wonsan, North Korean MIGS flew more than 40 sorties around the port, and U.S. listening posts intercepted a steady stream of chatter from Pyongyang to the pilots: "Where is the Enterprise? What is the position of Enterprise?" Either the leviathan was making North Korea nervous, or Pyongyang, in the wake of its success at swiping Pueblo, was thinking of bigger things...
...makes a small child more anxious than being asked if he "wants" to do this or that and then being given reasons as to why he should. Dr. Spock, sometimes accused of permissiveness, firmly advises, "Just do what's necessary." In short: time for bed, lights out, no chatter...
...line of G.I.s snakes cautiously through the underbrush. The sudden chatter of a machine gun sends them scrambling for cover, and for several long tense minutes there is a furious exchange of small-arms fire. Then, just as suddenly, all is quiet, and out there in the elephant grass a young recruit lies twisted in the grotesque posture of death. He had been with the company for a month, someone recalls, but sadly, no one can remember his name. Says one G.I.: "He had freckles ... I think...