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...fact, Tulsa's young were literally going underground. In groups of twelve to 25, they have been meeting regularly on Friday or Saturday nights in a small gallery of the city's labyrinthine storm sewers to play their music, smoke and relax. "I do my best playing down there," says Guitarist John Southern, 18, a student at Tulsa Junior College...
Readers who may have wondered ever since freshman English what it feels like to have an arm torn off by Beowulf in Hrothgar's meadhall can now relax. It hurts like the devil. "I bawl like a baby. I am slick with blood," cries Grendel in this splendid fiend's-eye view of an Anglo-Saxon epic. "My heart booms with terror." Yet as Novelist John Gardner retells the story, much of Grendel's pain is pure philosophical chagrin...
...question is: How much can a military academy relax and still remain military? There is, however, an even larger question: Does anybody really want military schools any more? "If the Chinese were to land on the coast of California, every military school would come into its own again," muses Colonel Derrick Whiting, headmaster of the San Rafael Military Academy, which closed its doors last month. Well before that unlikely day, the military school and its uniformed boy soldiers may soon be just a memory in the minds of many former cadets...
...that the remedy for marital discord is a coupling in the linen closet, that rebellion is raising a ruckus at the country club, and that happiness is a discarded towel. As Turman and Scriptwriter Lorenzo Semple Jr. (Pretty Poison) go for the simple solution, they favor the easy laugh. "Relax, enjoy the air," Alren tells Lisa, and there is a quick cut to a truck spewing exhaust. There are, in addition, the usual number of shafts directed at high-priced psychiatrists, high-pressure businessmen and-everybody's favorite-middle-class hypocrisy. These are bruised, battered and safe targets that...
With the retiring of colors, and taps played from the ramparts, the parade ends. The crowd files out happily; inside, the Marines relax. General Davis is serving cigars and brandy to his guests, while the enlisted men prepare for a late night party in their club. It has, all agree, been a perfect performance. For another week, at least, the traditions of the barracks at Eighth and I are secure...