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They have tried switching to lemon drops or gum or tranquilizers. They have forced themselves to look at ghastly pictures of cancer-ridden lungs and have even attempted to quit cold-turkey. But for most heavy smokers who would like to kick their habit, nothing seems to work. Between 1966 and 1970, 22 million American smokers made at least one serious but unsuccessful attempt to quit. In fact, more cigarettes are currently being sold in the U.S. than ever before. Now researchers at the Max Planck Institute for Psychiatry in Munich have devised a new method for breaking the habit...
...YEWESSERS each chew 180 Ibs. of gum a year. This was deduced from the size of the gum package (roughly 3 ft. in length...
...week later Fidel asked Kasler if he surrendered. "I decided I'd say yes, and then resist when they asked me to do something." He was put in a room with fresh air, and given cigarettes and chewing gum. Though under threat of death, he communicated once again with his fellow captives. "The guys didn't recognize my old call signal, so I just kept sending my own name. Finally old Norm Wells [Lieut. Colonel Norman Wells had been one of Kasler's wingmen] came up in the next room. Boy, it was good to hear...
...accessible to earlier masters of photography like Nadar and Oscar Rejlander. In his 20s, Steichen's prints frankly imitated the "look" of paintings; a famous image of J.P. Morgan, glaring over his bottle nose out of the gloom, comes as near to Titian as photography can, and the gum-print and pigment-print portraits that Steichen made of himself and his friends, reworking the image with eraser and fingers, seem like deliberate homages to Whistler. The melting halftones, the silvery highlights and atmospheric blurs (he would spit on the lens, or kick the tripod as the shutter clicked...
Private Parts concerns an adolescent girl from Cleveland who puts up at this hotel, which is managed by her dotty aunt Martha (Lucille Benson). The girl is called Cheryl (Ayn Ruymen), a name that can be pronounced correctly only while cracking gum, and she is in for a bad time. Not only do the tenants stalk her and spook her, but her passion for a rather creepy photographer risks more than simple heartbreak. The movie is rather delirious camp, wonderfully photographed by Andrew Davis and directed by Paul Bartel with the fervor of a carny barker at a freak show...