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...almost a fifth of Scotch a day, it did not seem to affect her work. "I never got really drunk, never had a hangover." One night while waiting for a date she took an extra slug of Scotch "to be bright and special." Instead she stumbled and cut her forehead on the mantel. Her date found her bloodied and bleary and walked out. This shocked her so much that she went...
...been there and back. A near-fatal auto accident outside Winston-Salem, N.C., last August has threatened to turn saga into legend. Stevie was riding in the front seat of his car when a log tore loose from a truck, crashed through the windshield and struck him in the forehead. He was pried from the wreck bloody and unconscious, and lay in a coma for a week. Friends knew that he was going to make it only when his aide, Ira Tucker Jr., knelt down next to Wonder's ear, started singing his song Higher Ground ("God is gonna...
Last week in New York's Madison Square Garden, Wonder gave his first American concert since the accident. Sporting a mustache and his familiar dark glasses, he pointed toward heaven, then to his forehead and finally cut loose with a survivor's smile. From the balcony, loges and floor of the Garden came a roar-20,000 voices strong-of adulation, welcome and animal joy. He warmed up with a leisurely bit of improvisation called Approaching Contusion, then swung into some of his most famous hits: Superwoman, Superstition, Keep on Running. It was fine to hear a voice...
This interdependence of man and animal lends the people themselves to dress as animals as they call on the spirits. Their ceremonial masks are the focal point of this show, and their beauty blends both religious utilitarianism and aesthic form. A forehead mask, of a loon, an elegant swoop of painted wood, decorated with seagull feathers, eagle down and willow branches, becomes the frightened figure of a dying animal...
...WOMAN who looked about 30 ran downstairs from a nearby apartment and over to us. Despite the early October chill, she had not bothered with a coat or sweater. She eased the girl out of Gene's arms, felt the girl's pulse and forehead. When we looked up, we saw that the two more sober men had subdued and were quieting down the drunk who was supposed to be the girl's boyfriend. I asked the woman, who was rocking the girl gently in her arms, if I could do anything to help. The girl started whining again...