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Imitating an auctioneer and his bidders, the piano and percussion trade back and forth, until they fade out underneath David Lindley's hummingbird slide guitar...
WIDE RECEIVERS. Johnny Rodgers, Nebraska, 5 ft. 10 in., 171 lbs., and Steve Holden, Arizona State, 6 ft. 2 in., 195 lbs. Rodgers, the 1972 Heisman Trophy winner, has "all the moves"-and then some. Hummingbird-quick, he ranks among the nation's college leaders in receiving, scoring and punt returning. Though some scouts have reservations about his size and durability, most agree that "he will be dangerous wherever you play him." Holden "easily has the best hands in the country." His feet are not bad either; prized for his ability to run deceptive pass patterns, he also...
Despite occasional collisions with man-made obstacles like the Empire State Building, one of which recently claimed the lives of hundreds of southbound warblers, birds are easily the fleetest, most accurate and far-ranging of migrants. Even the smallest feathered creature in North America, the .09-oz. calliope hummingbird, buzzes 6,000 miles each year from British Columbia to Mexico City and back. The ruddy turnstone and bristle-thighed curlew fly more than 2,000 miles nonstop from Alaska to the Hawaiian islands on their way to the South Pacific. The long-distance champion of them all is the Arctic...
President NAP fares better in his Vanitas with an odyssey to Ice Station Zebra accompanied by a Baton Rouge townie ("I peered at reflection in his jacket."). Zebra Lampon-style runs 6 months (the intermissions "scheduled to coincide with the migrations of the hummingbird"), and the article offers if nothing else a telling indirect observation of the director's style: "For the next five months or so the actors jockey for position in front of the submarine latrine, while a second camera keeps us informed of the submarine's depth." Still, Zebra get too much play in the issue (perhaps...
Giggling, he takes the uke from its old cardigan wrapper. Plink-a-plank-aplink. His thin, reedy tones soar into an unearthly falsetto, the vibrato voice quavering like a hummingbird's wings: "Come tiptoe through the tulips with me . . ." In the audience, as at San Francisco's Fillmore Auditorium last week, his listeners are rapt, incredulous, amused-everything but indifferent...