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ANOTHER SIDE OF BOB DYLAN (Columbia). Turning aside from social injustices, Dylan devotes himself largely to personal matters-disjointed dreams like Motorpsycho Nitemare and unsentimental love. "Gypsy gal, you've got me swallowed," he confesses in Spanish Harlem Incident. "Your cracked country lips I still wish to kiss," he says To Ramona. His songs (which he defines as "anything I can sing") are, as usual, loosely constructed, with occasional memorable melodic phrases and mostly forgettable verse that runs stale and sodden for miles and then suddenly takes one by surprise. As for his nasal voice and wheezing harmonica...
Humble Oil is pushing its gasoline sales with pictures of a huge tiger and the advice: "Put a tiger in your tank." U.S. Rubber is using a tiger to stress the clawlike grip of its tires. Revlon is backstopping its pitch for an antidandruff preparation with a feline-voiced gal, lounging on a stuffed tiger, who makes every man sit through the commercial by crooning: "I want a word with all you tigers-you men know which ones you are." Kellogg's tigers are puffing vim into breakfast food on the fronts of cereal boxes. Williamson-Dickie Manufacturing...
...CAME THE BLUES (Decca). Some of the rural bluesmen made it to Chicago, and this swinging thesaurus of the '30s was mostly recorded there. It celebrates the faithlessness of women (Big Joe Turner's Little Bittie Gal's Blues and Johnnie Temple's Louise Louise Blues) and, on the other hand, the rascality of men, as in My Man Jumped Salty on Me, sung by Rosetta Crawford. According to Georgia White, "The blues ain't nothin' but a good woman feelin...
...UNSINKABLE MOLLY BROWN. This massive song-and-dancer based on Meredith Willson's also-ran Broadway musical owes nearly all its buoyancy to a raucous, winning, free-style performance by Debbie Reynolds as the rich mountain gal who yearns to make a splash in Denver society...
Beyond a doubt, St. Louis is back from the brink. In many ways, its people have changed little. They still quaff their suds at the rate of 28 gal. per year per person, root for the Cardinals, thrive on sauerbraten, like to remember that their town produced T. S. Eliot as well as Stan Musial, and pronounce Gravois Street as "Gravoy." Men like Mayor Ray Tucker have brought a new awakening. Says he: "This is a warm, stable community. The people here are conservative and cautious. But I have yet to see them fail to respond to a program...