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Dates: during 1960-1969
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FORTUNE AND MEN'S EYES is a revival of the 1967 prison drama, restaged by Hollywood Actor Sal Mineo in a version calculated to close what he must feel is a sadomasochism gap. Filled with the sight and sound of faces being beaten bloody, genitals being punched, bodies being raped, slugged, tossed and twisted in agony, this latest entry to homosexual theater is a carefully placed kick in the groin...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Television, Theater, Cinema, Books: Nov. 14, 1969 | 11/14/1969 | See Source »

...land and will benefit from the proceeds. Then a task force of 60 volunteers labored for nearly a month over treacherous 80-ft. cliffs. They knotted and secured ropes, sewed the fabric together, and operated the 20 ramset guns used to fire staples into the rock face. The sound of the pounding surf below barred direct communication among the workers, so two-way radios were used. Midway through the project, a gale-force wind ripped up much of the work, necessitating repairs and alterations...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Artists: Wrap-ln Down Under | 11/14/1969 | See Source »

SECOND DAY. Bow cradled under his arm like a violin, Fred moved through the bush like the prey he was pursuing -three steps, pause, slowly look around. Stepping in slow motion, he somehow worked his size 14 hunting boots through the tangle of twigs without a sound. Coming upon a clearing, he pointed to deep ruts in the black soil and whispered: "That's as big a buck track as I've ever seen." As he sat statue-still behind a huge uprooted maple, a woodpecker's tattoo shattered the intense quiet like small arms fire. Overhead...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Hunting: Of Bear, Bow & Buck | 11/14/1969 | See Source »

...fact it will be the constant in our lives-the taste of dampness like stale cigarette smoke in the morning, the dead leaves in the Common like soggy Wheaties underfoot, the chill that seeps under doors, permeating our clothes, our sheets, our skin. But the sound, most of all, will pervade existence; it will be the insistent insidious counterpoint to clammy kisses and perspiring embraces, to lectures and marches and meals, until we find ourselves praying for a cataclysm, an orgasmic deluge to end the monotonous drizzle...

Author: By Nina Bernstein, | Title: Cabbages and Kings The Rain | 11/13/1969 | See Source »

Around 10 p.m. when the harassment started up again, units from the 82nd Airborne were brought in to replace the MP's. As they stepped into line, one by one, they stamped to attention and slapped the metal butts of their carbines on the concrete making a frightening sound. While the MP's looked like a bunch of frightened kids in uniform, the paratroopers looked tough and disciplined. The next two hours proved that they were as tough as they looked; as the soldiers inched further into the crowd more people were beaten and torn away from those who tried...

Author: By Stephen D. Lerner, | Title: Washington After Dark | 11/13/1969 | See Source »

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