True Love
Actual photos! In living color! Incontrovertible evidence that kissing is fun!
Actual photos! In living color! Incontrovertible evidence that kissing is fun!
We don’t know how you learned about the birds and the bees, but we’ll bet you learned about love the same way we did: from the movies.
The art of romantic osculation barely survived the jaded seventies. Now it’s time to rediscover the private delights and civic benefits of real kissing.
You learn one clear and not so very grim lesson by looking death in the face.
Fortunes, falcons, and folderol.
When big-time gymnastics came to Fort Worth, half the contestants were steely-eyed little girls with the bodies of children and the wills of fanatics.
Marlin sidetracks the Missouri-Pacific; school boards wrangle over the handicapped; two Texas Sports magazines slug it out.
Onward through the smoke, upward through defeat, backward through time.
Old what’s-his-name is the most powerful man in Texas; Simone Beck takes her culinary magic show on the road; duck hunters and conservationists battle over a marsh.
Name that cartoon.
Potty training doesn’t have to be the great bugaboo of raising children.
Love in Bloom.
The Electric Horseman got its wires crossed. Kramer vs. Kramer is an above-average film taken from a below-average novel.
Dallas Civic Opera is a grand old lady who knows her European opera. But sometimes she gets a little senile.
Preachers Robert Schuller and Rex Humbard have zeroed in on the modern way to reach a congregation: electronically.
Why Houston has the best schools in the state.
Eminent art critic Barbara Rose has assembled an exhibit of paintings of the eighties. Oh, yeah? Where did she get them?
My friend, you have come to the right place.
Beefing and chewing the fat about a rare pleasure that’s almost done for.
Once Texas was a land of fabulous, ornate county courthouses. It still is, but today they’re flamboyant relics in our streamlined urban landscapes.
Night stalkers and day walkers.
When Stage #1 opened as a halfway house for theater graduates from SMU, the participants weren’t pitied but applauded.
By reputation Dallas is a staid city. But there is one strip where Dallas is fevered, excessive, and lascivious, and where every night is party night.
A helicopter plague descends on Dallas; is the Texas environmentalist an endangered species?; cattlemen won’t be cowed.
Movers and fakers.
George Bush wants to shake your hand; Rita Clements wants to paint your Governor’s Mansion; Dallas wants to bring you art, lots of art.
Letters please.
New records from Texas’ die-hard country, rock, and punk musicians.
The Panhandle is home for the country’s only H-bomb assembly plant. Aren’t you glad we told you?
The Midland Jazz Classic wasn’t cheap, but it was worth the price.
Steering Bum Steers.
A boy and his horse reach great heights in The Black Stallion. The Rose, with Bette Midler, is no American beauty.
At Houston’s Jefferson Davis Hospital, the wonders of modern medicine collide with the raw realities of birth, poverty, neglect and hope.
Galveston has withstood tidal waves, hurricanes, gamblers, and tourists. Can it survive a superport?
Houston and Dallas opera companies could fudge on shoe sizes when it came to casting Cinderellas, but the voices had to fit just so.
A Dallas rabbi says Christmas is a form of persecution for Jews; a Disciples of Christ pastor discusses suffering with equanimity.
Two questions about school desegregation: Is busing the only way? Are integrated schools inferior?
John Updike’s problems are our pleasures. Mean Scrooge McDuck returns in a nostalgic comic-book collection.