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...seemed then that he was always doing bits, was always "on." Friends recall that he would go into a diner, sit next to a little old lady and calmly make a meal out of his paper napkin ?complete with salt, pepper and ketchup. He also liked to knock on strangers' doors and inquire politely, "Is this the party?" Or walk into one door of a Checker cab stopped in traffic and out the other (apologizing to the passenger), or call up relatives and confound them with some uncanny voice impersonation of the rabbi or the neighborhood butcher...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Show Business: Elliott Gould: The Urban Don Quixote | 9/7/1970 | See Source »

...Tommy's Lunch (60 Mt. Auburn St.) is a good place, sporting two pinball machines, a loud jukebox, and a good counter crew. The food is standard diner fare...

Author: By Garrett Epps, | Title: Cosmic Laughs in the Square | 6/29/1970 | See Source »

Though business has dwindled, some restaurateurs have jacked up prices about 10% in the past year. There is, however, some solace for the diner. Instead of offering the usual cold shoulder, some waiters and managers are learning again to make an effort to be polite...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Restaurants: Slump du Jour | 5/11/1970 | See Source »

...that in the U.S., whites, collectively and historically, have been and still are a disaster for blacks. He refused to be grateful for empty favors. "Fm not going to sit at your table," he once said, "and watch you eat, with nothing on my plate, and call myself a diner." In retrospect, what seems most remarkable was the range of his intellectual change and growth. The final phase of that growth-marked by his separation from the Black Muslim movement and the founding of the Organization of Afro-American Unity-had only begun when he was shot down...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Malcolm X: History as Hope | 2/23/1970 | See Source »

...theatre was a 64 yr old Man with jowls like pink cumulus clouds, sitting by himself, including the older Jew from the Charles Discount Store whom I noticed across the aisle who seemed not to be watching Joe clutching Julie's hard earned tips in the back of the Diner so much as wondering how, in so few years, a Jewish Family from Eastern Europe could end up in Salt Lake City selling boots to families with blinking Santas throbbing in their front yards and babies baying for wisdom in their Western cribs...

Author: By Richard D. Rosen, | Title: Found Poems A Short Cultural History of Salt Lake City | 1/12/1970 | See Source »

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