Word: drink
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...like it down here," says Gregg Fawthrop, 18. "There aren't any parents, no one to tell me what to do. You can blow your mind, drink, do anything you like." "Down here" happens to be Ocean City, located on an 8½-mile-long island off the coast of southern New Jersey. But Fawthrop could just as easily have been talking about a dozen other beach communities in the U.S. where high school kids, college students and recent graduates congregate on summer weekends and vacations for sun, sand, suds and sex. It's all there...
SNAFFLING means rounding up a group for a party at which BASH, a devastating blend of fruit juice, rum and Scotch, is the preferred drink. Bars like the Sea Turtle in Ocean Beach and Flynn's in Ocean Bay Park are good for snaffling from 10 p.m. on. So is the SIXISH, a bring-your-own cocktail party that starts at 7 p.m., seems to move of its own accord from one grouper house to another...
...vagabond queen, rationing her performances at home to tour the world. In Lisbon, variety-show comics crack that Portugal has everything that the rest of the world has-except Amália. "The Portuguese are jealous lovers," says Amália. "They say that I drink, that I am a spy, that I work for the secret police, that I sing only for ministers." Actually, her most sinister possession is a green thumb, with which she tends the garden of her 18th century home in Lisbon...
...teen-ager who goes to church twice on Sundays, doesn't smoke, drink or dance, addresses his elders as "sir" and "ma'am," and never even says "shucks" in the presence of ladies, Jim Ryun inspires an awful lot of antagonism. New Zealand's Peter Snell, who was then the world record holder for the mile, explained why on the eve of last summer's A.A.U. championships. Snarled Snell: "I resent having anybody that young in my kind of race." He resented it a good deal more next day, when Ryun won the A.A.U. mile, beating...
...Swedes were not disturbed one whit. They queued up to enter "the portal of life," clustered about the soft-drink bar inside one breast. Children toboggan down the inside of the right thigh, shrilling, "Oh, what a funny house!" Couples snuggle in the love seat in the left leg, blissfully unaware that the sculptors have hidden microphones that are broadcasting their sweet nothings to the laughing crowd in the breast bar. Youngsters scramble up the stairs through the tummy, pop out of the navel, where there is a conveniently placed table on a terrace...