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...might have trouble filling out the whole of this miniature allegory, but that's undoubtedly Barth in the corner, playing with his toy trains. The great conservative, the practitioner of a lost art, the bearer of the torch--so Barth justifies his extravagances...
...certain ugly notes recur. Two years ago, the Chicago chapter of the Planned Parenthood Federation sent a mailing to college newspapers that included a cartoon showing a Catholic bishop clutching a gasoline can to his breast as if it were a Bible; he was on his way to torch an abortion clinic. In 1972 the Xerox Corp. published a booklet directed at elementary and high school students called Population Control: Whose Right to Live? The authors, two independent university professors, implied that Pope Paul VI's teachings on birth control sanctioned the starvation of countless numbers ol people around...
...next performer, a onetime professional carpet layer named Turk Johnson is more exotic. Dressed as Star Wars' Darth Vader-complete with mask and laser sword-Johnson, 32, not only wriggles out of his elaborate costume but along the way he also executes a ribald torch dance, pours flaming alcohol over his body, swallows a lighted torch and twirls sparklers. The third and final ecdysiast is Larry Slade, 32, who once worked as a bodyguard for the pianist Liberace. To feminine cries of "Take it off, take it all off!" Slade slowly peels away his tight black outfit and then...
...kind of show that the Soviet Union does so well, choreographed to a split second bursting with color and life. Before 103,000 people in Lenin Stadium, folk dancers, marching teams, gymnasts and 6,000 card flashers performed with astonishing precision. Ritual welcomes were delivered, the Olympic torch was lighted, and 3,000 doves soared skyward. All in precisely two hours...
After the day's final flight, Costen shyly accepts the $500 check and the big black and yellow world's champion rib bon from Host Evans. Two hundred T shirts have been sold, the sarsaparilla has given out and the Olympic torch is flickering low. Wiping the fried chicken from their fingers, the satisfied spectators slowly meander toward the car pasture. "See you all next year," says Evans, as a state policeman helps the campers and pickups thread in among the giant semis barreling along Route 35. From one departing truck, a rooster crows an unprintable reply. - Spencer...