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...young lovers get stranded in the rain, regulars in Denver douse the front rows with squirt bottles. When Brad and Janet see "a light over at the Frankenstein place," hundreds of lighters, flashlights and one small '50s table lamp illuminate the Eighth Street Playhouse. In Dr. Frank's old dark house, where Brad and Janet are seduced in turn by the extraterrestrial transvestite, they meet their old science prof Dr. Scott (Jonathan Adams) and in Washington the air is filled with streamers of Scott toilet paper. Frank (Tim Curry) proposes "a toast," and burnt toast pops up at a Chicago...
...anodyne or idiotic, the Philadelphia Zoo's new Treehouse seems particularly fetching. A team of architects, engineers, sculptors and tinkerers spent four years turning an 1877 antelope shed into a vivid little natural-history funhouse, designing the scores of objects from scratch. A giant honeycomb smells of honey; from dark corners come recorded frog croaks and bird songs. The science is implicit: there is not a sign or label in the place...
...IRRESISTIBLE CALORIC BINGE Not to be confused with the soap of the same name, the DoveBar is old news in Chicago but attained stardom in supermarkets and on street corners around the country in '85. The hard-to-handle quarter-pound ice-cream bar has a crackling coating of dark chocolate candy. Invented in the early 1950s by Chicago Confectioner Leo Stefanos, this frozen dessert melts all resistance even at prices that range from...
...anything be nuttier than a fruit cake? Try the Pentagon's recipe for making one. MIL-F-14499F, the Defense Department's specifications for holiday fruitcake for its 2.2 million servicemen and-women, consumes 18 pages vs. the two-thirds of a page for standard dark fruitcake in the classic Joy of Cooking. Even for the organization that created 22 pages of specs for a "trap, mouse," and 16 pages for a "whistle, plastic," the recipe for "fruitcake, canned," represents a point, high...
Long lines of holiday travelers pushing heavily laden baggage carts were waiting in the main departure lounge of Rome's Leonardo da Vinci Airport. Hardly anyone paid much attention to four dark-complexioned young men who mingled with the crowd. One wore an expensive gray suit and camel's hair topcoat. Two were in blue jeans and jackets, and had pulled scarves partly over their faces. The fourth sported a green beret. They were not traveling light: they carried 13 hand grenades and four AK-47 automatic rifles...