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Wrinkles & Old Age. In new faces, fresh ideas or creative talent, the season has little to show so far. The only major new star is a personable retread named Jack Paar (TIME, Oct. 28), the gentlemanly comic who rescued NBC's Tonight from the junk heap. Studio One produced The Deaf Heart (TIME. Nov. 4), a striking first script by a highly promising 29-year-old playwright named Mayo Simon, but nobody seems to know whether he can ride or shoot. Of the new situation comedies, only Leave It to Beaver (see below) has taken fire. Among minor...
...managed to clear up his desk. But away from his shrieking wind tunnels, he is still a spectacular citizen. He tools around Palo Alto in a 1936 Mercedes-Benz touring car, or a 1931 Dusenberg (original price: $19,000), lives alone in a bungalow that looks like a highbrow junk pile. Some items: five aquariums for tropical fish, antique Oriental sculpture, a reed organ, a library on Mayan architecture. There, looking like an outsize Dylan Thomas, he delights in cooking dinners (Creole, French, Italian, Scandinavian or Oriental) for as many as 35 guests...
...both at the White House in Washington and at Augusta, Ga. to repeat the same kind of talk that launched the disastrous Humphrey budget flap of last spring. Humphrey is urging the President to increase military expenditures, cut taxes, balance the budget, accomplish all these by limiting such "junk" items as foreign aid, health and welfare, farm subsidies and veterans' benefits. Humphrey's frequent visits are beginning to wear on White House aides. Cracked one Ike assistant to Humphrey: "Who's going to ram your plan through the Democratic Congress, George? Houdini...
Mumbo, Jumbo & Bumbo. Other local poets-Lawrence Ferlinghetti (Junk Man's Obligate) and Kenneth Patchen (Hurrah for Anything), et al.-have moved into the jazz clubs. "All these Kenneths," comments Kenneth Rexroth, "sound a little like Mumbo, Jumbo and Bumbo, each the biggest elephant in the world...
What this country needs is a pushbutton to end all pushbuttons−to send the whole mess into one junk heap. The gadget-drunk public is the dupe of a gigantic industrial swindle geared to the plan of speeding the necessity of replacement. No more mechanical junk shall cross my threshold. I'm off for the hills, behind old Dobbin...