Word: taxies
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...phone call to any of the thousands of bicheiros who haunt the street corners, shops and offices of every city and are easily identified by their sunglasses and cigars. Drawings are usually held at 2 p.m. in local bicho headquarters, and the winning numbers are immediately dispatched by taxi and bicycle, scribbled in chalk on designated walls and lampposts. So clogged do phone lines become after each drawing that telephone company executives call it "the bicho hour...
...effect, yet no detail is too small to obsess his attention. He checks every footlight mike to make sure it is cased in rubbe-otherwise, the mikes pick up the actor's footfalls. He prowls about the sets in narrow-eyed search of peeling paint. He even makes elaborate taxi tours of the entire New York area to inspect all the billboards he has paid for. Once he climbed to a high perch in Yankee Stadium to see if a panning TV camera could catch a certain outfield billboard; he concluded that the sign was out of range...
...rusting Iron Curtain last year (a 15% increase over 1964) found themselves transported, as if by time machine, into a Europe that in appearance and manner is almost prewar. Men stalk the narrow, cobbled lanes of Warsaw's "Old Town" clad in ankle-length leather overcoats. The taxi fleet of Budapest is made up largely of Russian Pobedas, whose grillwork and lumpy chassis resemble those of ancient Plymouths. In the faded plush elegance of Bucharest's Athenee Palace Hotel, violins sob Wien, Wien, Nur Du Allein with a sentimentality unmatched since Grand Hotel. More than 300,000 Westerners...
SWEET CHARITY. As a taxi dancer in search of lasting love, Gwen Verdon is Terpsichore's darling and fortune's foil. The choreography by Bob Fosse sizzles, but Neil Simon's book is a burnt-out case...
...JULIUS BAKER, 52, first flutist of the New York Philharmonic, last week played the intricate trills in Mendelssohn's oratorio Elijah as casually as another man might whistle for a taxi. A plump, dapper, matter-of-fact chap who looks and acts like a prosperous dentist, Baker is short on temperament but long on technique. He is the supreme mechanic of his instrument, and he produces what is surely the most glorious tone that ever came out of a flute: big, round, cool, white, radiant as a September moon...