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...Diana Dew, 23, wears spurs, subsists on brown rice, and has a boy friend called Medulla Oblongata who blows oud for an acid-rock combo known as the Gurus. She is also, as of five months ago, a designer for the far-out Paraphernalia boutique chain. And so quickly do things happen in the mod, mod world of fashion that she has already been hailed as a major innovator, and last week was the hit of the show at Paraphernalia's Manhattan workshop...
...also is busy expanding the Dew line to include wide neckties ("the flashiest ever"), a dress that spells out words, and even one that is wired to play music. There is always the chance, of course, that one of her hyperdelic transsensory minis might break down. No problem. Says Diana: "Please just take it to the nearest radio-TV repair shop...
...needs. Its radar and antiaircraft gun sights shortened World War II. Its guidance system for the Polaris missile gives the U.S. a big military advantage today, and its SABRE guidance system, which controls a missile all the way to target, may make ballistic missiles obsolete tomorrow. Its SAGE and DEW line systems aid in defense against air attack. M.I.T. has contributed its Chairman James Killian, Economists Paul Samuelson and Walt Rostow and Provost Jerome Wiesner to high posts in recent federal administrations. At least 20% of M.I.T.'s graduates become company presidents or vice presidents...
...more interesting than virtue." Henry works as a termite exterminator and looks like a large unshaven blur. Lorabelle (Ina Mela) is an idealist. "She believes in everything. In Providence and butterflies, romance and statuary." She plays all day long, sniffing flowers and feeding ducks, and looks like the dew on the wings of a wish...
...variegated nosegay of American letters, the Deep South's poetry of decadence stinks like a long-since-wilted magnolia, but Author Wilkinson magically refreshes its fragrance with images new as dew: "A green snake weaved around the rocks, rolling like a liquid in hot glass until the grass pulled it in and it disappeared." Language like that explains why the late Randall Jarrell described Miss Wilkinson as "the most talented writer of prose I ever taught...