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...struggle against cold in the camp is waged in a unique way: they took away all our belongings, sweater, jacket and so on. Solitary confinement is not just cold, it's dog cold, because they give you a blanket only at night. The rest of the time you get only bare boards and a cement floor. Among the crimes punishable by solitary confinement: not waking up when they bang on the bars, not standing up before an officer, brewing coffee or toasting bread, not going to political lectures, growing a few blades of dill in your area and refusing...
...refueling stop was a must on a transatlantic flight. The jet age brought a temporary drop in Shannon's business, but last year 714,000 passengers passed through, nearly double the number in the peak pre-jet years. The thought of picking up an authentic Aran Islands sweater for $19.50, a genuine Irish tweed sports jacket for $32, or a hand-crocheted christening shawl for $12 was enough to make many jet-borne travelers reroute their itinerary and stop briefly at Shannon. Sales have been growing by 20% annually, to last year's $6,000,000. Most...
...travelers had to contend with. There were days when the models' clothes seemed doubly flimsy. As veterans of such assignments, Reporter Svedberg and Photographer Gigli had come prepared. Gigli handled his cameras while bundled up in a windbreaker; Andrea's working uniform was blue jeans, a heavy sweater and a ski jacket...
...this!" from Javits, they portrayed a poor family set upon by welfare officials and harassed by a social worker who carried a whip and shouted, "Where are those dirty little Mexicans?" In the bitter finale, performed directly in front of Javits, the social worker stuck out her sweater-stuffed rear end and members of the aid-seeking family lined up and kissed...
...show had impressive sparseness. Wearing a formless sweater, black pants and sneakers, McKuen kept the talk to a discreet minimum and spent his time singing his songs-The World I Used to Know, a medley of Stanyan Street, Lonesome Cities and Listen to the Warm -and reciting a poem about one of his few New York friends, A Cat Named Sloopy. He wandered through a set that seemed to have been plucked from a haunted harbor on San Francisco Bay. If the fog spewing out of the NBC special-effects machine looked at times as if it were going...