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...Gibbs Kinderman, 23, who with his wife Kathy, 24, daughter of Historian Arthur Schlesinger Jr., directs a poverty program in Appalachia. Laurance Rockefeller Jr., 22, great-grandson of John D., obliquely justifies his work as a $22.50-a-week VISTA volunteer in Harlem: "Beyond affluence, what?" Answers Co-Worker Tweed...
...real freedom, according to the Mods. "Like, everybody should have a couple of different bags," says Larry. So clamber out of the tweed bag, baby. Mod can be creative. "I don't believe in this color combination bit," says Larry as he touches his wide tie, blue polka dots on a green background. "The other day I had on a plaid vest, a granny print shirt and paisley bell-bottoms. Everyone knows you don't wear plaid and paisley and granny print together. But it was groovy. I was digging the patterns...
...Harold Macmillan. Britain's former Prime Minister has written his autobiography, not his memoirs, and this first volume ends as warbling air-raid sirens signal the start of World War II. Historians will find it a must; other readers will be intrigued by the glimpses into the tweed and broadcloth society of the 1920s...
...CHANGE, by Harold Macmillan. Former Prime Minister Macmillan has written his autobiography, not his memoirs, and this first volume ends as warbling air-raid sirens signal the start of World War II. Historians will find it a must; other readers will be intrigued by the glimpses into the tweed and broadcloth British world...
...Writer's Duty. "My father would read to us," he says, remembering a literary childhood, "for the four nights of the week when he didn't have enough money for beer." A woman magistrate, trying Behan for something or other, "had a face like Harris tweed." He shows no stomach for the lot of the ' workingman: "Someone that does j things that are dirty, boring, dangerous or all three." He knows a writer's duty: "To let his Fatherland down, otherwise he is no writer. In the name of Jesus, how the hell can a writer...