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...McGovern debacle. "We're back in the party for better or for worse, or, as we say down here, 'ridin' or walkin',' " says Michael Griffin, 25, an energetic Wallace aide. "The Governor is like Minnie Pearl when she says, 'Ah'm jes glad to be here.' Party stalwarts who once denounced Wallace as a bigot are now treating him like a brother. Last July 4, Ted Kennedy appeared with the Governor at a celebration in Decatur, Ala.; in February, Senator Henry Jackson journeyed South, where he said he would be glad...
Other attractions this week include Roberta Peters, soprano with the Metropolitan Opera in New York, Bethany Beardslee, an expert on vocal techniques, the Mandala folk dance group; a poetry reading by Samuel Menashe; and a midnight jazz performance by the Jes Grew Revue at midnight on Friday...
...essential spirit of HooDoo is called Jes Grew. It slips into New Or leans and spreads across the country like a science-fiction plague. It is the jazz in the Jazz Age. Even Warren G. Harding is reported locked in the Lincoln Bedroom listening to The Whole World Is Jazz Crazy. Ranged against Jes Grew are the forces of the Wallflower Order (read those who do not dance...
...were certainly no chickens in the ring. Napoles, who is called "Man-tequilla" because his style is "smooth as butter," owns the best knockout record (47 in 69 bouts) in welterweight history. He and Lewis shared the bill with World Bantamweight Champion Rubén ("Mister K.O.") Olivares and Jesús ("Little Poison") Pimentel, who staged a fast and furious slugfest before Olivares beat Pimentel into submission in the tenth round, scoring his 63rd knockout in 69 fights. Both men are typical of the host of hungry little fighters, most of them from Latin America and Asia...
...Great, grotesque hunks of institutional meat. Barrels of dough. Bread for the circus. And, over on Elvis' right, Brobdingnagian close-ups of the office staff, the maids, bellboys, waitresses, showgirls and hawkers, pr men. Tourists. But no, not tourists. Not in Vegas. And, the center of it all, Elvis, jes keeps on singin'. Surround him, cameras roll up and down through the labyrinthic entrails of the International. Elvis, dwarfed by eight foot high shanks of beef, by linen and glassware and advertising. By MGM celluloid. Elvis. That...