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Finally, Jebbie begins to wax dramatic about the smell of death (carbon bisulfide). At that moment, something incredible happens: what appears to be a ten-foot-high black baby wakes up screaming in her crib. Actually she is Carolyn Y. Cardwell, from Robert Downey's Putney Swope, and probably is no more than five and a half feet tall. Bobby wants to eat her and Jebbie does not. The baby then screams, "Rats! rats! rats!" and the lights black out (except the cue was missed on Thursday). Jebbie is left weeping and asking "Why?" If the rats are simply anthropomorphic...
...society is growing grimmer as it confronts youthful radicals and rioting students. The bank's $275,000 Isla Vista branch was burned to the ground last month during a rampage that began on the Santa Barbara campus of the University of California. Bank officials fear that they may smell smoke again. Nonetheless, they decided not to be intimidated, and workmen erected a $55,000 prefabricated building next to the rubble. Last week the branch was back in business, which is, ironically, mainly that of serving students at the university. So that they can stay in school, some...
...spring, ready for battle. Pointedly, Bodkin, who is white, detaches his nightstick and hangs it on a chair out of reach. He takes off his hat. "Do you mind if I smoke?" he asks. "I'm a cigar smoker, and some people don't like the smell of cigar smoke in the house." Stunned by this unexpected show of courtesy, the man nods assent. The fight drains out of him. "Eventually," said Bodkin, reporting on the outcome, "they shake our hands. We never had another call from them...
...bold, spontaneous art; of pneumonia; in Newburyport, Mass. Peirce lived with all the verve and gusto of his lifelong friend and traveling companion Ernest Hemingway, even to the point of taking four wives and running with the bulls at Pamplona. His splashy, sensuously colored paintings, said one critic, "smell of sweat and sound like laughter...
...food, unlike all other arts, is close to completely investigable to all. We can press our thumb through the skin of an orange and break it apart; smell it, taste it, hear it, use it, squeeze it, chew it, digest it, decompose it, excrete it, put it against our foreheads on hot days and in our pockets on the way to a show. We possess it like no other art. Unlike other arts, it doesn't conceal its etymology quite as completely. The orange is non-figurative, non-metaphorical. The orange, as food, does not stand for something else except...