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Outside, the party for Lyndon had been going since dusk along the boardwalk. Irish and Russian dancers, Jewish and Italian singers performed, 31 high school bands and drum-and-bugle corps paraded past, and a flotilla of small boats tooted by in the surf. When the President stepped on the balcony, the crowd of some 20,000 sang a noisy "Happy birthday, dear Lyndon," and soon afterward the President called it a night. It took three tons of gunpowder to light the skies with a huge fireworks show, topped off by a 600-sq.-ft. pyrotechnic portrait of Lyndon...
...known as a golfing, sailing, tennis-playing, tanning and drinking preserve for the rich. A 40-mile stretch of sea, sand and shore towns, the Hamptons have attracted artists ever since the 1870s, when Winslow Homer went there to paint impressionistic oils of ladies dipping their toes in the surf. Last week the art colony was at its midseason busiest. The oldest colonial, visionary Architect Frederick Kiesler, 67, was at work on a 46-ft. sculpture despite a recent heart attack. Sculptor Costantino Nivola, 53, a swarthy Sardinian who likes to cast concrete abstracts in a huge sand...
...long, surf-like crests...
...Those Who Think Young borrows a popular soft-drink slogan, but carelessly omits the fizz. Probably it never should have been put in the can. Disguised as a surf saga, the movie has one good surfing sequence and little else. Pamela Tiffin, James Darren, Tina Louise, Nancy Sinatra, Comedians Paul Lynde and Woody Woodbury struggle to get a foothold in the slippery story about a rich campus cutup and a poor coed. But the standout performer is a bearded beachnik called Kelp. He paints a small face on his chin, upside down. Then he covers himself with sand, leaving...
...death approached (he died last summer, aged 55, of a heart attack), his poems seem to have taken on a new clarity of line and image, a new depth of tone. In these poems, written in the last seven years of his life, he lovingly and lingeringly catalogues objects: surf and "the falling of small waters," fields and abandoned farms, vireos, warblers and "the heron's hieratic fishing," the greenhouses and roses of his florist father remembered from his Michigan boyhood. Musical in themselves, these flashing descriptions are presented almost brusquely, so that they may seem at first...