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...Congress has been able to excuse its lack of vigilance on the grounds that it didn't know [what was happening]. Now it does. And if we know it and don't do anything about it, then we're really saying, 'O.K., let 'er rip...
...taken over the nation's schools; now his half-brother Ravi was sitaring his way up the music charts. So when they dispatched 400,000 of us up to Yasgur's farm, we went. So what if we were only 12? Sly was going to be there, man. Hendrix (RIP). And Country Joe and the Fish, man. The Fish, did you hear me? Dylan couldn't come only because he was recuperating from his (and the world's) accident, so he sent Baez! The next best thing!! So in that crazy, turbulent sea of mud and peace and love...
...district where one-third of the population is slavic, there seems to be an overabundance of Italian surnames in the race. Behind Celebrezze and Russo jogs Michael Climaco, another young city councilman whose big issues are social security rip--offs and reducing U.S. imports. Despite his bias, Nixon is on target when he says, "Climaco has a good deal of polish but he's not big on substance. He gets all kinds of political mileage by wrapping himself in the flag and talking about things everyone has to be concerned about--but getting the facts wrong...
Onstage the sounds of the strike are deafening. People work fast, unscrewing lights, taking out wires, ripping up tapes and hammering out every nail to save wood for future productions. Most of the people striking are crew from Godspell, the next show scheduled in the theater. Maybe that's why they seem so happy to demolish the set. One person on the techie circuit explained he spends every other Saturday striking a set of some sort. "I'm just here to rip it apart," he says. Douglas Hughes is hurrying because he's president of the Premiere Society...
...Myself (CBS, Tuesday, 10 p.m. E.S.T.) offers a sketchy biography of Walt Whitman, which is really an excuse to hear a well-selected anthology of his poetry. Poetry in any form is rare on commercial television, and just hearing Whitman well read in a Carl Sandburg singsong by Rip Torn is reason enough for gratitude. But Jan Hartman's script confronts Whitman's homosexuality with good bluntness, and Torn, a gutsy actor who has long deserved better of his trade than he usually receives, plays the populist bard instead of embalming him. There is something fine and wild...