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...traffic laws, they steam down the center of narrow highways at 60 m.p.h. or more, bully their way through city traffic by such tactics as pulling into the path of oncoming cars, cut across traffic lanes at will to stop for passengers. Yet they are part of the very fabric of society, and last week, when the Lagos city council ordered police to enforce laws banning them from the capital's clogged streets, the maulers and their mammy wagons became the heroes of all Nigeria...
...viewers like architecture-fundamentally collage turned inside out. Schwitters had moved from Dada's mockery to an acceptance of commonplace ephemera as O.K. material for art. Shout Through Refuse. "A pair of socks is no less suitable to make a painting than are wood, nails, turpentine, oil and fabric." The man who said that is Pop Artist Robert Rauschenberg, but Schwitters would have thoroughly approved. Whether he would have been altogether at home with current pop art excesses is another question. Pop art seems to cock a mocking eye at the present affluent society by enshrining such shibboleths...
Part of the Fabric. In 1913, she married Paul Caldwell Wilson, who died in 1952, a financial statistician and adviser to the mayor of New York. She remained "Miss Perkins" in professional life...
...resignation was accepted by President Truman, but she remained in Government for another seven years as a civil-service commissioner. The day Dwight Eisenhower was inaugurated she resigned for good, the "last leaf," she said cheerfully, on the New Deal tree. Last week, her accomplishments part of the fabric of American social reform. Frances Perkins died in Manhattan at 83, following a stroke...
...Trashmen. The Kinks. Goldie and the Gingerbreads. The Ripchords. Bent Fabric. Reparata and the Delrons. Barry and the Remains. The Pretty Things. The Emotions. The Detergents. Sam the Sham and the Pharaohs. The Guess Who's. Cannibal and the Headhunters. Them. The Orlons. The Liver-birds. Wump and the Werbles. Like something out of Malice in Wonderland, the hordes of shaggy rock 'n' roll singers thump across the land, whanging their electric guitars. Bizarre as they may be, they are the anointed purveyors of the big beat and, as never before, people are listening?all kinds of people...