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Next morning, Gargan and Markham joined Kennedy at the inn. They returned to Chappaquiddick at about 9 a.m. and entered a shack near the ferry slip, where Kennedy tried in vain to phone a family friend, Attorney Burke Marshall. At that point, Ferryman Richard Hewitt asked if they knew about the wrecked car, which had been discovered by some fishermen. Hewitt later testified that Markham replied, "Yes. We just heard about it." Only then did Kennedy go to the police station and report the accident...
Peeling in public for pay is a venerable occupation, but in the old sexist order the clothes came off a woman and the cheers came up from an audience ol men. But today at the Sugar Shack in Lake Geneva, Wis., or at the Red Pussycat in Salina, Kans., or the El Matador in Odebolt, Iowa, the women are watching and the men are bumping and grinding...
...Lake Geneva's Sugar Shack, a spacious, somewhat rundown nightspot, there is runway action thrice nightly. For a $4 cover charge and a two-drink minimum, a female customer can catch a 1-hr. 45-min. show-and usually a pinch of beefcake too, if she feels the urge. The revue begins with Guy Garrett, 24, a former construction worker who parades onstage dressed in a white satin vest and glittery pants. Gyrating to the blast of disco music, he invites women to help him unzip, and for a close he allows a giggling...
...Shack's proprietor is hefty, fortyish Dana Montana, who at 23 lost her job as a Playboy Bunny because she was considered too old and haggard. For ten years Montana ran the Shack as a desultory go-go spot for males. Then in 1976 she decided to try exotic male dancers, insisting on a "classy, sophisticated, macho" program that would appeal strongly to women but would discourage gay customers. She has succeeded: the current stage show appears to strike the right sensual chords for women of all ages but attracts few male patrons. The revue also hits the right...
Just as successful-if slightly more circumspect-is the Pit Stop Lounge in Coldwater, Mich., some 100 miles west of Detroit. Like the Sugar Shack, this establishment is owned by a woman-a former bank clerk named Glenda Brewer-but here male customers are banned from the club during the two-hour show. What they miss is a group of dancers called Fast Freddy and the Playboys, who strip down to bikini briefs and then swivel through the throng, always staying slightly clad and out of reach. "I think they're terrific," says Kay Love, 45, a factory worker...