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...North Vietnamese Communist troops were still confident of their ability to strike. While Viet Nam five weeks ago uneasily celebrated Tet, the main holiday of the year, Communist troops filtered stealth ily out of their sanctuaries toward major targets throughout the country. When the Buddhist Year of the Rooster was still only six days old, they were ready to sound their own sobering crow: a co ordinated offensive against practically every population and military center in South Viet Nam. Significantly, they chose to attack most often with long-range firepower, indicating that their numbers did not permit direct assault...
...same year, The Cream came out with a song written by a Mississippi bluesman, Skip Pames, called "I'm So Glad." And the Cream were on their way to success. The Rolling Stones had drawn thousands of screaming kids at The Boston Garden, singing such songs as "Little Red Rooster," a song sung by the Mississippi-origined bluesman, Howlin' Wolf, many years before. The Yardbirds had cut an album with the late blues harmonica player from Mississippi, Sonny Boy Williamson. The album sold well -- to the many, many Yardbirds fans...
...Despite the monumental inconveniences caused by what is now euphemistically called "the disturbances," 1967 turned out to be Hong Kong's best export year until then, and 1968 was even better in every respect. Last week, as it celebrated the Chinese New Year-the "Year of the Rooster"-the British crown colony had plenty to crow about. Business has never been better...
...place where life resembles life more than it does here," and the play ends in a mood of sadness for the desolation of spirit that has fallen on the land. Yet for all his bitterness, O'Casey keeps his broad Irish sodbusters quirkily alive. Like his symbolic rooster, he weaves his own warm, life-affirming way through the play with a magic mix of phrases and cadences...
...first read Malcolm Lowry's Under the Volcano on the all-night train trip from Central Mexico to the U.S. border at Nuevo Laredo. The trip, particularly in the second class compartment, easily beats a coast-to-coast Greyhound for discomfort. Mexican women with three children and a rooster buy one ticket, and then, once on the train, let their charges squirm their way over into the seat that you, God damn it, paid full fare...