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...scene, audiences at Tanglewood's Theater-Concert Hall were introduced last week to a new one-act trilingual opera entitled Tale for a Deaf Ear, by Manhattan Composer Mark Bucci (rhymes with kootchy). For the Gateses, things quickly go from bad to hideous; Laura tosses a glass of Scotch in Tracy's face, and Tracy, rising to slug her, falls to the floor, dead of a heart attack. A repentant Laura kneels and prays that he be restored to life. While a pit chorus explains what is going on, three legendary miracles are enacted at one side...
...Trouble. In Houston, Donald Earl Basham, 29, was sentenced to 25 years in prison for robbery, burglary and theft after he broke into a young woman's apartment at 2 a.m., stole some of her Scotch to wash down four tranquilizer pills, forced her for a couple of hours to help him while he looted the place, then passed...
...pardonably proud of the Dickensian way he had come; he had read David Copper field 101 times. The son of Scotch-Irish immigrants, Weir quit school at 15 to support his widowed mother, worked as a $3-a-week office boy for a Pittsburgh wire company, later said he did "not consider it a handicap for a boy in his teens to have to go to work. Being forced to earn one's living strengthens character, equips for bigger battles." By 1905 Weir was manager of a U.S. Steel Corp. plant; at 30 he bought a wheezing West Virginia...
...station-wagon load of mail every day," says Wright, "a lot of it from people who want to know the name of the song played at 3:12 yesterday afternoon." Yet when the station asked whether listeners wanted numbers identified on the air, 15,000 wrote in to scotch the notion. The music is also popular with merchants. "I asked a store clerk the other day where they got their nice music," says Wright, "and he said, 'Why, that's your station.' " WPAT's only problem is a product of its success: so many advertisers...
...more slugs of Scotch, gin and beer ("I don't like the stuff, but it keeps me goin' "), and it was time for the second performance. Fats slipped on his four-carat diamond ring, sank a horseshoe-shaped diamond stickpin in a rich new tie. From the stage, the whine of an electric guitar and the bleat of a sax vibrated through the walls; the rock 'n' roll picadors were wearing down the audience. As his handlers hovered, Fats stuffed himself into a fresh, shimmering suit, then stepped daintily out of the dressing room and trotted...