Word: lunch
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Labor requirements could be greatly reduced by cutting down on the number of meals in the dining rooms. With enough small kitchen units in the dorms, girls could easily prepare their own breakfasts (many kitchenettes are planned for Currier House, expected to eliminate any meal service). As for lunches, many alternatives exist. Most girls are quite happy to cat in the yard, as Lehman's popularity testifies. Perhaps Harvard houses could be opened to Cliffies, with only a limited coffee-shop type of operation at Radcliffe. Or, the University of Pennsylvania manages with a two-meal, no-lunch contract (they...
What keeps the mayhem from getting out of hand-but just barely-is the amiable kidding of Dan Rowan and Dick Martin. Rowan, 46, is the smoothie, the fluent straight man who presides over the show as though it were a state dinner. Martin, also 46, is out to lunch. Hands stuffed in his pockets, rocking on his heels and giving out with a har-de-har-har laugh, he comes on like the original good-time Charlie. Their patter runs in quirky, who's-on-first circles like slightly modernized Abbott and Costello. Dan: "How does it feel...
...Juliet was $50,000 plus a hefty percentage, and he will make even more from his new projects, notably a movie of Brecht's Galileo, starring Rod Steiger. At his bachelor villa near Rome, Zeffirelli remains the low-pressure gran signore, entertaining ten or twelve friends for lunch, inhaling gusts of Winston smoke from fingertip-held cigarettes. His braggadocio extends even to his genealogy. "One day my father showed up with an armful of documents," he recalls. "He finally had documented proof of my origins. I told myself that it really wasn't so bad being a bastard...
...good works, for his favors to both young and old in the neighborhood, for the vast improvements that he has brought to the area during his regime, for the fact that he is a "real gen'leman" (with the dropped "t" of the local patois). At Don's Lunch the manager-waitress whose books Vellucci carried to the local Thorndike School when both were students there can only say, "He is our boy, a real prince, oh I lose my head when I start talking about him--he's so wonderful--and can't say anything...
...like the weather: everyone knows him and has an opinion of him. "Wayne Morse?" muttered a brawny teamster over lunch in East Portland yesterday. "I'm tired of that old man." A Reed College girl said, "With his moustache, gray hair and lecture-like speeches, he reminds me of a friendly old uncle--something like uncle...