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...board. No voluptuous nude behind the bar here; there is a slightly salacious wall mural painted by a customer of long ago. Summertime finds a horseshoe court set up on the edge of the parking lot, with a picnic table for kibitzers hiding in an elderly maple's shade. Regular patrons sign up for seats on chartered buses to games of the Detroit Tigers, Lions and Red Wings. Oldtimers still talk about some of the more notable excursions, which have taken as long as three days to make the 70-mile round trip to Detroit. Owners John Plegue...
Cake Defrosted. As Stygian as the week was when it started, things soon began lightening to at least a bearable shade of grey as a semblance of order returned to Viet Nam. Back home, things seemed a little more normal when Senate Minority Leader Everett Dirksen reverberated out of Walter Reed Hospital, supporting himself on crutches after breaking a thighbone...
...children-Gary; Jimmy, 21, a Navy Reserve seaman aboard the aircraft carrier Oriskany (which left last week for Viet Nam); and Carol Ann, 20, a Cal State junior majoring in art. The father, William Wilson, 48, is a World War II Navy veteran and a partner in a window-shade manufacturing firm. He affords two cars (a 1957 Chevrolet station wagon and a 1961 Rambler) and a color television set, last summer traveled to Taiwan, Japan and Hong Kong. His wife Elaine, 45, a plump, outspoken little lady, likes to season her children with such salt-of-the-earth advice...
...inhabitants of the rugged Pennsylvania mountain country around Shade Gap (pop. 140), he was known as "Bicycle Bill" because of the battered, red bike he always rode, head down, carrying one of his mongrel dogs in a handlebar basket. His real name was William Diller Hollenbaugh. Short, skinny and stooped, missing five front teeth, he had spent six of his 44 years in prison, 13 in an insane asylum. Since moving to the Shade Gap area several years ago, he had lived as a hermit in a two-room hilltop shack, subsisting on wild game and state relief checks...
Flippant Victorians parodied his name as Weirdsley Daubery or Awfly Weirdly. For the art of Aubrey Vincent Beardsley, whose sinuous draftsmanship fluttered through the pages of the 1890s farthest-out books, was the scandalous titillation of his day. He seemed to have dipped his pen in laudanum and night shade; his dark silhouettes fairly rippled with overtressed vixens, leering harle quins and glinting grotesques...