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...Seagull Hash. Most of the troubles have been minor-but bothersome. A major cause of delayed flights for both American Airlines and Pan American Airways is the autopilot system, which temperamentally gets out of kilter with the least flaw in a soldered wire, a spring or a clip. The airlines have had to delay flights because of trouble with the water-injection system used to boost takeoffs, bugs in the air-conditioning and pressurization system, even burnt-out lights over the passenger seats. On one occasion an American jet sat on the ground for several hours waiting for a replacement...
Valentino & Brando. Harry Belafonte's background is an arresting mixture of black and white ancestry, of Harlem harshness and the West Indian languor, of Broadway jazz caves, Greenwich Village hash houses, efficient modern recording studios. Throughout he has clung to a certain tough quality that can flash out as easily as his boyish smile. Recently TV Director Don Medford tried to define the key to Belafonte's dramatic magnetism: "Behind him is this hard core of hostility. Like Brando, Jimmy Dean, Rod Steiger, he's loaded with it." The quality lends a demon drive to Belafonte...
...Hash &. Eggs. Harry and his wife moved into a tiny $55-a-month apartment in Harlem with Marguerite's mother, lived for the first few months on Marguerite's salary as a teacher at Bethany Day Nursery. Marguerite remembers Harry in those days-the subway-riding days -as "a big, playful animal." A friend. Painter Matthew Feinman, remembers that he was seething with racial feeling. The two of them played chess, and when they were arranging the chessmen, Harry used to say: "I'm taking the black ones, man, because they're better than the white...
...eight months, with Negro Writer William Attaway and Negro Actor Ferman Phillips, Belafonte operated an eatery in Greenwich Village called the Sage. Says Harry: "I did the cooking in the window. All kinds of people flocked in-folk singers, junkies. We gave them hash. If you were lucky, we threw an egg on it." Afterhours, Belafonte and his pals started to organize a folk-singing group. Says Attaway: "We wouldn't even open the door unless we needed somebody. The guy would rap, and we would open up and say: 'O.K., we need a bass, you can come...
Keep Moving. Harry Belafonte has been out from under the hammer for a long time, but he pushes on with some of the same fierce drive of the kid in the subway, the hash slinger in the window, the misplaced pop crooner in the jazz dives. His capacity for working over a performance or a recording is legendary. When things are going right, he has been known to record all night, until, as Songwriter Lord Burgess says, "you expect his liver to come up with the next note...