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...young man with motley Kentucky side-burns is talking to a pale blonde boy. The side-burns belong to Dan Gordon, a 16-year-old Exeter graduate who teaches phys-ed and math at the Palfry Street School in Watertown; the blonde hair belongs to his student, one year his junior, who despised the Cambridge public schools and so came to Palfrey...
Like Any Other Shop. Distillers credit women with increased sales of vodka, rum, aperitifs, bottled cocktails and cocktail mixes. Even the trend to lighter Scotches is due partly to surveys showing that women think pale Scotch has a "nice" color. "Women walk into a liquor store today like any other shop," says Seagram's Tabbat, but they want the stores neat and convenient, and package-goods stores have spruced up as a result. Some distillers think drinking women have even increased male moderation. A man who might tipple too much alone or with other men tends to drink sensibly...
...Pale Imitation. On the Eastern Seaboard, echoes of history mingled with the pressures of the present. More than 4,000 demonstrators mustered on the Boston Common before a draft-card burning at which 67 men ignited their cards with a candlestick once owned by William Ellery Channing, the 19th century Unitarian divine and Thoreauvian advocate of civil disobedience, who wrote: "Our first duties are not to our country. We belong first to God and next to our race." Yale Chaplain William Sloane Coffin, a longtime activist who has marched against Southern white racism as well as the war, conceded that...
...trespasses on the ears. And certainly, certainly not Bobby Kennedy, who was once a neat trim but who lately resembles a sheep dog-or maybe a sheep. Presumably long hair is now a political asset, although Washington's most notorious tousle, Everett Dirksen, declines comment as "below the pale." Dirksen is at least known to have visited his barber before the 1952 Republican Convention, at which he appeared in a hairdo that would have thawed a drill sergeant's heart...
Bill Baird himself answered when I knocked at his door. Dressed in black shirt and pants, pale and haggard, he invited me into his single motel room. Open suitcases and stray newspaper articles lay on the floor and beds. Until last week he had been sleeping on floors in the rooms of BU students. Then his lawyer, Joseph Balliro, who's defending him without fee, grew exasperated with communications problems, since Baird was moving around so much, and put up the $100 for a week's lease. When I spoke to Baird, the lease had expired three days...