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Quincy House tries music and movies. The movies work, when they're in focus. A montage of selected orgy scenes appears on the screen in one scene break, a collection of sneers from great art in the next. Einar Anderson's score seems a little makeshift, and the orchestra under-rehearsed. But the mock-heroic music often plays against the everpresent ranting on the stage with satiric punch, and covers up some of the still-shaky set changes...
...Thunderchiefs and Skyraiders cut the bridges at Thanhhoa, above Vinh and at Dong Phuong Thuong (see map), roving jets prowled highways and rail lines, shooting up trucks and destroying the North Vietnamese's scanty rolling stock. Though the Communists could still cross their unbridged rivers by arranging makeshift spans of wicker boats at night, they were being forced more and more to avoid the roads...
...months ago, a French planter in South Viet Nam was captured by the Viet Cong. Before he was freed, he reports, his captors were bombed for 17 days but kept moving. Total guerrilla casualties: one dead. Further, as was shown in Korea, masses of manpower can repair roads and makeshift bridges overnight. Says a U.S. military officer in Laos: "A 500-lb. bomb makes a hole five feet deep and ten feet across. With 50 coolies filling the hole and packing it with a battering ram the road can be ready again the next day." Moreover, the North Vietnamese funnel...
...surfers get their kicks on the combers at Sydney's Neilson Park, zipping through shark nets so ragged that they no longer stop sharks, only surfers. At Huntington Beach, Calif., the gasser is "pier shooting" - hurtling between the concrete pilings of a pier. But these pastimes are only makeshift substitutes for riding the "heavies" off Makaha, a lonely beach on the west coast of Oahu that is every surfer's idea of paradise...
...Road to Freedom by John Stewart The words rang with new meaning in the chill night air, and the two folk singers were understandably a little anxious. On either side of the makeshift stage, grim-faced soldiers stood guard with burp guns at the ready while a barrage of flares, tracer bullets and phosphorous shells exploded and flashed eerily in the distance. But the singers sang out lustily. The audience, Vietnamese troops with rifles cradled in their arms, listened intently to their next song, Raghupati, one of Mahatma Gandhi's favorite hymns...