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...trial, Flanagan had his shoulder-length hair shorn, donned a neat jacket and, unlike Abbie Hoffman and the rest of the Chicago Seven, behaved like a perfect young gentleman. It helped, of course, that the weight of the evidence showed that Elrod's neck had not been broken by a kick or bludgeoning. Witnesses testified that Elrod had been injured while trying to tackle Flanagan (TIME, June...
...Shorn of Britches. Those fortunate enough to catch Lisagor in print (his features and weekend columns are syndicated in 90 cities but seldom appear in D.C. or New York) find Pete hanging on no ideological peg. An apolitical anomaly in a highly partisan town, he is praised by Bill Buckley's National Review and quoted by the liberal New Republic. "An old editor once told me to walk down the middle of the street and shoot windows out on both sides," he says. "I guess that's about what I try to do." He will agonize for hours...
...some ways, it looked like the spring of 1968, when Eugene McCarthy piped his youthful armies across the nation. At Dartmouth College last week, Senior Peter Fogg had his long hair shorn and then set off to gather signatures for an antiwar petition in the New Hampshire countryside. At Princeton, students who had been selling McCarthy buttons two years ago pored over computer analyses of key congressional primaries and elections. The student union at UCLA became a chaos of committees, milling students, peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwiches, mimeographed broadsides and memos. Said the University of Southern California's President...
...Thus shorn of its capital, D.C. Transit began to fall apart. The once-new buses deteriorated into rattletraps: often their air conditioning failed, windows jammed shut, and ripped seats were unrepaired. The drivers threw away their timetables and bunched their runs so that they could travel empty...
Death in Life. For all the velvety opulence of his colors, it is the human figure that stands at the center of Wunderlich's art. In his earlier works, it was tortured and twisted, shorn of limbs, reduced to a skeleton, provoking comparisons with Dürer and Cranach, Redon and Bellmer. Death, he seemed to say, is in all life, deformity in all beauty, and behind the erotic daydream is the ever-present nightmare of flesh doomed to decay. Today, his figures appear more whole, more sensuous, more magnetic. Love has banished dreadful death...