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...mimic cat, it turns out, is named Readmore. And he-or she, or it-is part of the crew of this onetime school bus that the Indiana department of public instruction has dressed up as a roving Read-A-Rama, or bookmobile. The rig has rolled into leafy Claypool (pop. 464), the smallest of 102 cities and towns on its route, to stir up interest in reading by giving some books away...
...first aboard, Gladys Yarian, assistant cashier at the Claypool branch of the First National Bank of nearby Warsaw, Ind., ambles back to her job across Main Street clutching The Call of the Wild. In her wake, Bank Teller Cindy Leslie carries off Little Women. The Rev. Steve Cain, 30, a Van Gogh beard and casual garb offering no hint that he is pastor of Claypool's United Methodist Church, chooses Marathon Man on the assumption, he says, that this nasty little spy thriller is about running. The Rev. Cain's daughter Rachel, 8, is a small celebrity...
...book bash-65% of the town's population. To achieve comparable participation in a civic outing, Indianapolis would have to send forth 451,000 people, New York City 4,550,000. The turnout seems amazing. Somnolent in its pleasant, maple-shaded neighborhoods and moribund elsewhere, Claypool is a place where a visitor is surprised at any conspicuous display of activity. On Main Street, the general store has been spruced up, but just opposite the only gas station stands closed and dusty. Jim and Lynda Snyder this year bought and refurbished the Main Street Café (open until...
...about Perelman's 1971 trip along the route taken by Jules Verne's Phileas Fogg. (Fifteen years ago, Perelman wrote the film script for the Mike Todd spectacular.) Perelman's traveling companion was not Passepartout but a 6-ft. 1-in. "toothsome cupcake" named Sally-Lou Claypool. Aboard H.M.S. Choleria, 19th century British sang-froid bunks amiably with the 20th century cynicism of a hornswoggled American tourist...
Since the polls had closed at seven, the volunteers had been dragging back into headquarters. McCarthy Headquarters occupied the first two floors of the Claypool Hotel; the remaining floors had been gutted by fire a few months earlier. Tuesday night, it was filled with exhausted, slightly depressed volunteers. A dixieland band only aggravated the prevailing tension...