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...turned me on? what junkie pressed his packet, fixed me in his need until I moan for his sweet sake? You liar, love's a racket, at best only a connection...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Poetry: Combatting Society With Surrealism | 1/24/1969 | See Source »

...Freeze hits the Southern citrus region, it's serious business. After a pocket of air from the North Pole descended on Southern California last month and gripped the orange groves in its 25-degree chill, nearly one half of the crop was lost. Local newspapers ran editorials to moan about the loss of what appeared to be a bumper orange crop, and grumbling orange growers could find consolation only by scanning the papers for reports of freezes in hated Florida...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Light the Pots | 1/24/1969 | See Source »

...ever before, were an inspiration we have needed and must not now let slip. In tormented 1968, symbols of pride and constructive achievement were singularly lacking in our national life, but to end on such an upswing might be just what we need to urge us to work harder, moan less, and move into 1969 with a new resolve to overcome our earthbound problems...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Letters: Jan. 17, 1969 | 1/17/1969 | See Source »

Skirted Subjects. In truth, that is what she has been playing all along. Though she is a superb comedienne and a subtle actress, Reid is called upon to moo and moan around the set with scarcely a shred of alleviating humanity. York's innate beauty and growing skills are dissipated in a role that calls for little more than wide eyes and elliptical chatter. What is most wrong with The Killing of Sister George is its essential conception. Director Robert Aldrich has regrettably decided to make this adaptation of Frank Marcus' play into pure Hollywood Gothica...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Cinema: What Ever Happened to Childie McNaught? | 12/20/1968 | See Source »

...tube, can you believe, singing in a torrent of sweat in a black leather suit--no, wait, it's a high-roll collar dealie, and can you dig his pants? Heartbreak Hotel? Raunchy as ever? Hound Dog? It's too good to be true! That quiver that makes girls moan from their stomachs made me shriek at the top of my lungs: "Elvis, Elvis, you son of a bitch, you are the KING...

Author: By John Leone, | Title: The King Revealed | 12/5/1968 | See Source »

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