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Britten's most unrestrained admirers harbored some doubts about how his Mass would be received in Germany. As the Berlin Philharmonic began playing the Mass last week, perhaps the most nervous man in the house was Britten himself, perched in the tenth row with the score in his lap...
...looked pretty funny in her woolly leg-warmers. But two hours of Bolshoi can be tough on the best behaved little girl, and Caroline got a mite fidgety. She struggled out of her pink sweater, kicked her red Mary Janes back and forth, wriggled up into Mama's lap, stretched and yawned. Finally Caroline piped: "Doesn't anybody ever eat around here?" Whereupon Jackie fished into her purse and came up with a piece of foil-wrapped candy . . . Next day, during a tour of the White House, the whole troupe got to meet Caroline's daddy...
...intestines into court. "Ghoul, grave robber!" shouted the prosecutor, but Rogers won the case. In a morals case, police witnesses claimed they had watched the crime through holes in a door. Rogers lugged the door into court. He placed the defendant behind the door, put a girl on his lap, and invited judge and jury to peep through the door. None of them could see the defendant, who was forthwith acquitted...
...Watkins Glen, N.Y., by the margin of 15 sec. over Britain's Graham Hill (TiME, Sept. 28). In a hurry to get home and "get the feed in for the winter," Clark gunned his low-slung V-8 Lotus into the lead at the start, set a new lap record (110.4 m.p.h.), and stubbornly fought off Hill-despite a clutch that failed midway through the 230-mi. contest. Runner-up to Hill in the duel for the Grand Prix driving championship, Clark needs a victory in next month's South African Grand Prix...
...tale of two buddies (played by John Astin and Marty Ingels) who are construction carpenters with sawed-off brains. Both are bucking for foreman, but in the main they are slapsticking away with casual finesse. Dickens cocks his wrist to look at his watch and pours coffee into his lap. The laughter isn't canned. Mrs. Dickens is a knockout. No one misses Charles...