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...foiled car bombings in central London. A Jeep Cherokee slamming into the arrivals terminal at the Glasgow airport and bursting into flame. In two days, Britain has seen two cities darkened by terrorism. Glasgow police said last night that there were enough similarities between the Scottish attack and the London car bombs that the incidents had to be linked. If so, who might be behind them...
...grunge, the movement it helped spark. Yet in a move right out of “Jurassic Park,” Dinosaur Jr. has been revived ten years after the band’s last album with its original lineup. And just like that movie’s earthshaking, jeep-terrorizing T-rex, their new album, “Beyond,” is badass. After 1989, the band was like a revolving door of musicians, with vocalist and guitarist J Mascis remaining the only constant member. Fortunately, the original trio of musicians that made up Dinosaur...
...Star Spangled Rhythm: "Betty Hutton, during a wild, bruising ride in a jeep, sings a ditty known as I'm Doin' It for Defense." Let's Face It: "Throaty Betty Hutton provides a diversion with a machine-gun-speed offering of Let's Not Talk About Love." And the Angels Sing: [Hutton] gets funnier with every picture. She is the most startling expression of natural force since the Johnstown Flood." In The Stork Club, "Her songs are undistinguished but her uninhibited way of putting them over is an eclectic mixture of Harlem and Bali, with a shout from the heyday...
...Confess!'' They were shouting. I lifted my head and said in a loud and firm voice, ''I'm not guilty! I have nothing to confess.'' The young man from the police pulled my arms behind my back and put the handcuffs on my wrists. Then we got into the Jeep and drove off into the dark streets...
...Detention House, where I was to remain for 6 1/2 years, was the foremost detention house for political prisoners in Shanghai. It was an old establishment where the Kuomintang had once imprisoned Communists. The black Jeep drove through the main gate, along a drive lined by willow trees, then through another gate. I was undressed, searched, photographed, fingerprinted. ''While you are here, you will be known by a number,'' the man at the entry desk said. ''You'll no longer use your name, not even to the guards. Your number is 1806.'' I was taken out through another gate...