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...these home-stand evenings are preserved on this second live recording. Fluegelist Jones does most of the arrangements and conducts the crew, which includes Baritonist Pepper Adams, Soprano Saxophonist Jerome Richardson, Pianist Roland Hanna and Bassist Richard Davis. They give Mornin' Reverend a tongue-in-cheek but toe-to-floor gospel treatment and swagger to glory on St. Louis Blues...
Brealcing-In Period. Clog devotees have also taken to the U.S.-made Dr. Scholl's exercise sandal, a wooden-soled scuff with the added attraction of a raised ridge at toe level, which is designed to slim ankles and strengthen leg muscles. The Scholl sandals tend to pitch the wearer forward, but Cecil Beaton does not care. Neither do Scholl-shod Jackie Onassis, Jean Shrimpton and all of England's Royal Ballet Company. Greta Garbo clomps around sidewalks in Swedish clogs; so do Dustin Hoffman and the trapeze troupe from Ringling Bros, circus...
Specialists in these related sciences have begun to seek a common language to describe the many varieties of pain, to chart its pathways from the burned finger or the stubbed toe to the brain, to assess its total impact, and to find better ways of relieving it. Mind doctors and body doctors are at last recognizing that in their evolving concern with pain they are really talking about the same thing in different terms. Increasingly, they realize that even the most obviously real and physical pain, as from a burn or a fracture, is processed in the mind...
...Steer Palace, near the new Madison Square Garden, diners perch on the observation platforms of fake railway cars. At La Boufferie, waiters dressed in French sailor suits prance amongst the tables while, over the loudspeakers, Tiny Tim sings Tip Toe Through the Tulips...
...lobby, the spy paused to scuff at a frayed carpet edge with the toe of one glossy, custom-made Irish brogan. He sniffed the air. His glance shifted to the flowers on the coffee tables, skipped from ashtray to ashtray around the small room. Tilting his head back, he peered at the ceiling plaster and moldings. Finally, almost diffidently, he walked up to the counter and cleared his throat. "Yes, sir? What can I do for you?" inquired the receptionist. The spy plunked Fielding's Travel Guide down on the counter. "My name," he announced, "is Temple Fielding. I happen...