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...yards of Herbertstrasse alone, 20 bordellos stand perfumed cheek by painted jowl, while round-the-clock shifts of whores sit waxen and wooden-faced be hind show windows. Elaborately coifed transvestites in spike heels wobble lumpily along the side streets, brushing shoulders with stewbums in cowboy boots and pale-faced hoods with patent-leather hair. At the Hippodrom, on a lurid avenue appropriately named Grosse Freiheit, bored horses trot in a circle as equally bored equestriennes strip while balancing on their backs. Along the Raper, a tourist can shoot a fake duck, get a tattoo, watch an "intimate" movie...
CHAIM GROSS-Forum, 1018 Madison Ave. at 78th. Watercolors, 30 here, match the merriment of Gross's sculptures. From patches of clear pale pink and yellow wash, vignettes of circuses, ceremonies and celebrations emerge, sentimental peeps into the past. Through June...
...Pale, sick, exhausted Judy Garland should never have been forced to undergo the ordeal of the Melbourne concert [May 29]. Superb in Sydney, sick in Melbourne -in any shape, size or condition she is still the greatest entertainer alive...
...steaming noon last week, intelligence agents of the Philippine Constabulary closed in on a modest clapboard house near Manila's center and roused a pale, gaunt man from a pre-lunch nap. His indignant protest of innocence lasted only until the agents found letters from Mao Tse-tung and other top Communist leaders. When confronted by the now respectable Luis Taruc, he admitted he was Jesus Lava, 51, general secretary of the Philippine Communist Party. After years in the backwoods, Lava had apparently come to Manila to visit his family...
...Crickets. Twice a day, usually in early afternoon and again at dusk, the warm monsoon rains patter down. The paddies of the delta are already flooded ankle-deep. Plodding patiently across them, in a tableau ancient as the land itself, peasants in conical hats and mud-caked pants thrust pale green rice shoots into the fertile soil beneath the water. And in the humid dusk, countless crickets sing out-or get themselves captured by small boys who sell them to gambling elders for cricket fights...