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What has this meant for the members of this generation? The Cubans in our brigade are sons and daughters of barbers, truck-drivers, mechanics, farm workers, and factory workers. Through study, they have all become technicians and teachers. Raul became a radio technician, Carlos an administrator, Lazara a Russian teacher, Alberto and Juanito history teachers, Hugo was sent to Russia to study economics...
Italian Shoes. The projector again whirls, and the women settle back behind their desks to watch Decameron 69. They see two figures squirming on a bed; he removes her sweater, she fondles his fly. "Mark that," Mrs. Shriver shouts to the technician; the scene will be deleted. "Look at his testicles showing there," she calls later. "Mark that." As the film grinds on, the women exchange comments. "I can't tell which country this is because there's no dialogue," complains Mrs. Shriver. "They look like Italian shoes," says Mrs. Shecter, 55, wife of a Baltimore advertising executive...
...going to get the toxins out of your system, burn off the fat and redistribute the muscle factor. It's gorgeous!" BUTT KICKING. First on your Personalized Toning-Up Program is a spin in the Roman pool. As you bask in the hot, healing waters, a gentleman technician offers cups of dietetic lemonade. Your poolmate, a balding man in his 50s, introduces himself. La Costa tones up such famous figures as Rod Steiger, Ambassador John Lodge, NBC President Julian Goodman. Gore Vidal, Kirk Douglas, Senator Jacob Javits, Sandy Koufax, President Gustavo Diaz Ordaz of Mexico...
BLOOD TINGLING. While you recuperate in the sauna bath, a gentleman technician sprinkles the heated rocks with Russian pine oil and "a dash of eucalyptus for the inhalation." Then it's on to the Swiss shower, a kind of liquefied Iron Maiden. You stand surrounded by a firing squad of nozzles and whooosh!-needle-like jetsprays of chilling water riddle you from 16 different directions. "That," says a gentleman technician, helping you into a gold terry-cloth toga, "ought to get the old blood circulating...
Voices is hardly entertainment, and certainly not a technician's delight. The camera work is slipshod, the editing choppy. But its bruising immediacy requires no cinematic ploys or emotional gambits. The patients' private odysseys through corridors of inner chaos are bleakly self-sustaining...