Word: golden
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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WHAT IF?, by Robert Pierce (Golden Press; $1.00), is an exuberant book for the very young with splashy drawings and light verse. Sample: "What if a crocodile big as an ox/Hid in the hallway and ate your socks...
...pitch-black sky, the Ocean of Storms presents an eerie face, its black shadows starkly contrasting with the blinding white reflection of early morning sunlight from the desolate, rock-strewn surface. The black-and-white monotony is broken only by the color brought to the moon by man-the golden insulating foil on Intrepid, (continued on page 41) the red and blue of the American flag, the golden reflection from the umbrella antenna-and the blues of the earth in the sky above...
...Collected Works of Buck Rogers in the 25th Century. 370 pages. Chelsea House. $12.50. Although the camping season ended some years ago when Susan Sontag explained it all, these selections from the comic-strip adventures of Buck and Wilma, "the blue-eyed, golden-haired, high-spirited young soldier-girl," are better late than never. Killer Kane, the Red Mongols, sexy space gear, baroque weaponry and quaint racial slurs-it's all here, from Buck's awakening after 500 years of suspended animation to his inconclusive battle with the Atomites...
...pantheon of rock with the release of its first album. The group does not have the range of mood or gift of assimilation of the Beatles. the only group which can take Dakker's Lullaby for Patient Grissel and use it touchingly in a song such as Golden Slumbers. Although Led Zeppelin draws upon such blues wellsprings as Robert Johnson and Willie Dixon. it does not make its debts its originality. While Led Zeppelin is not so resonantly lyrical as the Beatles. or self-consciously evangelical as Jefferson Airplane. or menacing and cleverly crude as the Rolling Stones. it nevertheless...
...Rangoon, queues of would-be shoppers form in the dingy light of false dawn, long before the rising sun has set the golden stupa of the Shwe Dagon Pagoda aglow. For hours, as crows caw mournfully above the dirty streets, they stand in line at "people's stores," ration cards in hand, waiting for a chance to buy rice, bread, soap or a bit of cloth to make a longyi, the Burmese sarong. But when the doors open, the shelves, as often as not, are bare...