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...documentary uncovering local cops on the take-cast a dark cloud over the annual Boston Police Ball until Richard Cardinal Gushing, 66, dropped around with an evening-saving message. "In my theology," proclaimed Boston's homegrown Roman Catholic archbishop, "gambling in itself is not a sin . . . It's the abuse that makes gambling evil. We all have our faults. But why hang them, as it were, like dirty linen on a clothesline from one end of the country to the other? Someone betrayed us . . ." But, though it earned lusty cheers from the ballgoers at the Boston Garden, Cardinal...
...Kenneth Allsop, is that his music has no connection with "the real raw emotions of jazz." Since the insistently cool Modern Jazz Quartet, a favorite of critics on both sides of the Atlantic, is frequently praised for its lack of raw emotion, chances are that Brubeck's real sin is his popular success. One of the more adroit English critics, Benny Green of the London Observer, even managed to praise and condemn the same tour. In the program notes, which he wrote, Green found Brubeck's appeal "to the casual listener as well as to the specialist...
...most of the U.N.'s 103 member nations, opposition to colonialism is like being against sin-and generates almost as many proposals for reform. In a General Assembly debate on the "liquidation" of the West's remaining colonies, more than 50 nations in four weeks argued over resolutions that ranged from Russia's strident demand that 1962 be the year for total elimination of colonialism to a Nigerian proposal to set a nine-year deadline for Africa-wide independence...
Something to Do. Everyone in Hurley expects an occasional raid by agents of the Wisconsin beverage and cigarette tax division. For staying open after hours a saloon owner coughs up $500, can reopen next morning; for soliciting too obviously, a B-girl may be fined $200. While sin is rampant in Hurley, and the town's three churches are fighting a losing battle to save its wild and woolly soul, the community is not totally without law and order. An estimated $22,400 enters municipal coffers from saloon licenses, and Mayor Sam Giovanni is torn between righteousness and revenue...
Susan Slade (Warners). "We've been sinful!" gasps a pretty young mouse (Connie Stevens) to a sly young tomcat (Grant Williams). In cinema sin, as everybody knows, it's the moviegoer who pays-in this case for 116 minutes. But to the masochistic (and largely female) millions who use movie houses as self-torture chambers, Susan Slade will come as a genuine treat for the tear ducts. It is the lachrymasterpiece of the cinema year, a truly elephantine sniffle...