Word: road
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...needs "something that moves." The rest of the commercial is a hilarious takeoff on the scene from the movie in which the bandits kidnap a young couple. In this case, the unsuspecting Pontiac salesman merrily delivers his pitch-again to a banjo score-while Clyde & Co. barrel down the road with him. At length, they boot him out. Says the salesman, unperturbed: "How are you going to finance it?" Bonnie mutters sullenly: "Finance it, Clyde." Clyde tosses out a satchel of money and drives off, while the salesman, ever the honest fellow, chases them into the fadeout, protesting valiantly that...
...young married adult," explains one radio executive, "the so-called middle-of-the-road music is no longer Tony Bennett but Elvis Presley, no longer the Andrews Sisters but the Supremes." Even some of the new U.S. rock records are sounding like instant oldies, notably the Monkees' latest hot seller, Valleri...
That oldtime religion, based on faith in an all-powerful God and an infallible Bible, is still deeply entrenched in the South. This assessment comes from one of the more knowing observers of the area: Erskine Caldwell, who immortalized the mores of Dixie in such bestselling novels as Tobacco Road and God's Little Acre. In a new book of factual reporting called Deep South (Wey-bright & Talley; $6.50), Caldwell gives eyewitness testimony that the basic beliefs of many Southern churches have been left untouched by the changes affecting the rest of U.S. Christianity...
...wild and recalcitrant wayfarer, bothersome to the settled citizen." But he was also "a unique and indigenous American product," and the settled citizen secretly envied him. Something inside every proper American, says Allsop, reponds to the haunting echo of a train whistle or a harmonica chorus of Road Tramp Blues...
...marshals grim details to demonstrate that no man would take to the road for any reason but dire necessity. In the heyday of rail travel, there were homicidal "cinder dicks" like trigger-twitchy Jeff Carr, who operated out of Cheyenne, Wyo., and got his kicks by galloping along a slow-moving freight taking pot shots at hoboes with his six-gun. Those who survived ran into a different danger in trackside camps. Homosexuality was rampant, and Allsop insists that The Big Rock Candy Mountain, the hobo's anthem, is really "a homosexual tramp serenade," one of "the 'ghost...