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...name as long as he does not use it to defraud the public. But a recent ruling in California suggests that the right may be dwindling. The owners of Tarantino's, a well-known restaurant on San Francisco's Fisherman's Wharf, brought suit against Joseph Tarantino and his family, asking that they be enjoined from using their surname on the restaurant that they were operating near Lake Tahoe. A trial court found for Joe Tarantino and his family; there was no persuasive proof of intent to defraud the public...
...houses of Provincetown, for all their beauty and quaintness, don't quite match their renown. The ridiculous splotches of color on the old New England clapboard make them look garish rather than festive. Lewis' New York Store is closed. About the only scene of activity seems to be the wharf, naturally enough in a fishing town. It's calmer here, on the inside of the tip, and the tide is low, very low. A dinghy stands adrift on the black silt, waiting for the cold waters to come back; the rickety, nearly rotten legs of the wharf opposite are exposed...
There are no more sunset scenes. The little town is dark now, and even more quiet. You stop for coffee at the Wharf Diner. Fishermen. Parkas. heavy shoes. Army water-repellent coats. Bacon and eggs, Charlie. You boys from Boston? A young man strikes up a conversation. Now, there's nothing to do on the Cape in the winter. I mean, I like it, it's pretty and all that, but not for a single guy, ya know what I mean? It's really dead here now. Signs advertising Beach Plum jelly (a Cape Cod speciality). Outside the town...
...HAVEN, CONN., Long Wharf Theater: The Hostage. The late Irish playwright and scourge Brendan Behan is at his bawdy best, using ribald humor to outrage and amuse-and to reveal the depths beneath human shenanigans-in the story of a young English soldier kept as hostage by the I.R.A. in a Dublin brothel...
...Paul's pealed out as the coffin was returned to the gun carriage. Cannon again reverberated. Sixty salutes had already been fired; now came 30 more-one for every year of Churchill's life. Sixty Highland bagpipers from different Scottish regiments piped the coffin down to the wharf at the foot of Tower Hill where Beefeaters in full uniform stood guard. Against the backdrop of Tower Bridge the vast Pool of London lay as still as an inland lake. Across the river great cranes bowed low in touching, mechanical precision. To the piping...