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...couples stopped dancing and edged forward, still bobbing and clapping in rhythm. On the bandstand, his lips puckered into a smile around the mouthpiece and his thick eyebrows arched above horn-rims, Benny Goodman raised his wailing clarinet over the listeners' heads and set the pace for his sextet's jet-propelled delivery of Air Mail Special...
...into an ancient, wheezing taxi and make it known by various gestures that you want to go 'to the front,' " reports Rademaekers. "Off you go in the general direction of Suez in a billowing cloud of dust, accompanied for three hours by the weakening wail of the horn. In the end, you are usually delivered to a police station, where you are politely offered coffee and firmly told to go back to Cairo. In many ways, it is similar to the war between India and Pakistan, which I covered by taking a taxi to the front and back...
...Your Horn, and his first humorous screen role in British Lion Films' Two Left Feet. "It was to be," he says, "the first of the kitchen-sink comedies, but unfortunately it was not released for three years, making it the last of the kitchen-sink comedies...
There must be 500 miniskirts swirling around when this longhair composer David Amram sits in with the band to blow I'm Coming, Virginia on the French horn. And there's Allen Ginsberg gassing pretty good with Arthur Miller at a table in the corner, and Norman Mailer won't shut up about his friend Jose Torres, the light-heavyweight fighter who keeps losing. Arthur Schlesinger Jr. wants to shut up about Viet Nam but they bug him with it. And there's Charles Addams and David Merrick and maybe a thousand other names all jammed...
...Boozing Brutes." The son of a country lawyer, Masefield wrote roistering early verses peppered with adventures that he had packed into his teens. He went to sea as a cook, rose to the rank of master mariner, and sailed around Cape Horn. He went to the U.S., where he crossed the continent as a hobo, worked in a Greenwich Village saloon and, while employed in a Yonkers, N.Y., carpet factory, finally realized that his metier was poetry. Thus the rough, unschooled youth of 19 set out to fashion his poems not for "the portly presence of potentates goodly in girth...