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...lick the brushes of Augustus John...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Wild Man | 9/29/1975 | See Source »

...recalls. "Everybody was wearing pageboys, and I had frizzy hair." She changed her name from Phoebe Laub to Phoebe Snow, a sign on boxcars near her home in Teaneck, N.J. She doted on Shirley Temple movies and Judy Garland records. Later she borrowed from early enthusiasms. "I copped that lick for my refrain in Poetry Man from The Continental in the old Fred Astaire-Ginger Rogers movie," she admits. Her parents-her mother was a Martha Graham dancer-encouraged her to study classical piano. With Billie Holiday, Big Bill Broonzy and Bob Dylan thrown in, Snow's personal sound...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Music: End of Night | 8/25/1975 | See Source »

...class. If they want stamps, they can have as many as they need if they'll bring the mail up to the office. I know one thing. They're so selfish and lazy they won't answer any fan mail. Hell, there'll be so few letters, I'll lick 'em myself...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sport: Charlie Finely: Baseball's Barnum | 8/18/1975 | See Source »

...Then we lick across the broadness of Nebraska--a monolonous, wide-butted stretch of sod. Smiling, broad curves traced in speed fling us onward, out between trucks that grind the air to a pulp and spit a back on us with 14 gears of churning cunning. Plunging to the depth of America--not East and not West, but vastly in between, we seem perched here forever-about nine hours...

Author: By Edmund Horsey, | Title: Elsewhere in the Summer, and an Elk Head | 7/15/1975 | See Source »

...paste job that you wince. The special effects are on the Star Trek level--somewhat better than Rodan but much, much worse than 2001. But once night falls and the fire begins, and you get used to it, the destruction acquires a weird beauty of its own. The flames lick out from the 81st floor, and punch holes--bam-bam-bam--in the fabric of the building as the pressure breaks open huge wounds in the glass skin of the building and huge windows pop in series. Later, as the fire becomes white hot, the spectral beauty of the scene...

Author: By Paul K. Rowe, | Title: Burn, Baby, Burn | 5/15/1975 | See Source »

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