Roar of the Crowd
Bullets, Bibles, and buds.
Bullets, Bibles, and buds.
Mr. Boll Weevil goes to Washington; Dallas scholars go to the Sunbelt’s defense; Houston’s public abortion clinic goes down the drain.
Holey Rollers.
Diamonds are a boy’s best friend.
Fire and brimstone on the right, Observer on the left, guns under the bed.
Kirk Crocker’s radiation nightmare; Texas International tries to swallow Continental Air Lines - and chokes; Panhandle farmers confront the M-X missile folly; can Houston have its park and oil wells, too?
Hard hats.
Studying the hard truths of Dallas politics; learning the ropes as a commercial driver; teaching kids to think; remembering the lessons of the oil patch.
High gear.
Zookeeper, take care; burglar, beware; physician, declare.
Meet Texas’ staunches liberal crusader, biggest trade show, slickest drug peddlers, and canniest mall builders.
Lockup.
Aggies are more than the corps, fashion is more than couture, teaching is mostly a chore.
Uncle Same wants Texas prison reform; Ma Bell wants your news dollar; Governor Bill wants Mexican workers; killer mosquitoes want you.
Message parler?
The rich and famous, the high and mighty, the beginning and the end.
Ante Up!
Trusty scouts, perilous potholes, French fancies.
Big wind, high tide, New Wave.
The end of the line.
Red-hot art, inflation blues, wasted blacks.
Roots.
The days of 40-cent gas are back again; the Astros’ midlife crisis; the state budget is gone with the wind; Baytown’s all washed up.
Firehouse fuming, bullring bawling, onion fields calling.
Where have all the boat people gone?; money makes UT go round; Dallas blacks lambaste the co ps; Texas lowriders get down.
The ingredients: a criminal with soiled cash, an ambitious banker, a savvy go-between. The result: an almighty mess for Houston’s Allied Bank.
A photographer finds mystery and magic.
Houston’s Equinox Theatre has fine actors and directors, but its raunchy sex and violence can make you squirm. The nineteenth-century Granbury Opera House is a fetching setting for Texas Meg.
Bettered bests, cultural quests, manhood tests.
Look! Up In the sky!
Go east, young Westerners, for the oddest, spiciest food in Dallas; Houston’s Cho is chic, but its kitchen is all shook up.
Type cast.
Skyscrapers and front porches, sex on the border and at the table, animals assailed and saved.
Weathering a year-long drouth in South Texas; Harlingen’s cute little, uh, body builder; adversaries in the bilingual education battle don’t speak the same language; Bastards from Hell terrorize Houston.
The rebus factor.
Light at the end of the tunnel, frost on the top of the mountain, brass knucks in the lunchbox.
Fowl language.
The Alley mourns the passing of Nina Vance; outlanders rustle a Texas-trained playwright; in Houston, Stages spends a Night on Bare Mountain and Hank Williams appears at the Tower.
Barrio blues, cable cares, coddied eggs.
Love and death.
Penalty for icing.
Baby boom, bum rap, race trap.
Ticket to write.
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.
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.