Behind the Lines
Nirvana in unofficial Dallas
Nirvana in unofficial Dallas
Jamboree, a new Joffrey ballet commissioned by the City of San Antonio, features prancing rhinestone cowboys and just plain silly choreography.
On Sunday it is legal to buy beer but not baby bottles, screws but not screwdrivers, disposable diapers but not cloth ones. No place but Texas.
Sandi Barton works from 8:30 to 5 as a secretary in a downtown Dallas office. She knows a lot of women look down on her job, but it suits her just fine.
Summertime, summertime, sum-sum-summertime.
Presenting the Big Bend Condos and Solitario Safari; Mexico finds out what it feels like to have an immigrant problem; Oscar Wyatt and Clinton Manges gird for battle; inside report from the special session.
The Flight Simulator and Heroism in the Modern Age are realistic new computer games that offer a wonderful mix of fantasy and reality; Free Enterprise is too simplistic to be much fun.
Austin’s ins and outs. Lamaze’s pros and cons, the sun’s ups and downs.
A meditation on the radioactive peril in Juarez.
The acid syndrome.
Indiana Jones bashes us with unthinking cruelty: The Natural is a balk; Sixteen Candlesis lit up with tickling teenage talk.
In the sixties the fee-jazz movement produced music that was defiantly experimental, and the same artists are still playing some of the most stimulating jazz around.
An interpretation of a classic genre.
With the help of a friendly banker and some friendlier politicians, Clinton Manges conquered might Mobil Oil and saved his empire. But not for long—it’s in jeopardy again.
Hondo Crouch went from being a champion athlete to being the sad clown of Texas’s fun-and-games capital.
Plugging in and Plugging Along
You don’t have to go to the country or the zoo to see wild animals; there are lizards in downtown buildings, gators in the creeks, and deer in the parking lots.
Up for sale in Dallas, the Shanbaum house boasts a whopping 28,000 square feet and what may be Texas’ most comprehensive collection of sixties and seventies kitsch—along with a $2.75 million price tag.
Amazing technicolor dreamworld.
The leaning Tower of peace, aaagh—at last we learn what the “public” in Republican stands for; how do you spell relief? D-I-S-A-S-T-E-R; parks lose out yet again.
Getting with the programs, getting to know the Yellow Rose, getting it right in Pharr.
Coming to grips with Al Lipscomb, Dallas critic turned city councilman; remembering the clip joints along Fort Worth’s infamous outlaw alley; flipping for San Angelo, a honey of a West Texas town; taking a bizarre trip through Texas on Gary Hart’s press plane.
All a board.
Whether it’s made of straw or ermine, this is the cowboy hat.
The fare offered by the Houston Pops Orchestra may not be highbrow, but conductor Ned Battista thinks it’s American music at its best.
You can lead a child to culture, but can you make him like it?
In my village in Oaxaca I had heard about those who made it big in El Norte, and I wanted to become one of them. But I didn’t know how hard life in Houston would be without papers, money, or a job.
The death of Uncle Henry saddened my whole far-flung family, but the gathering at his funeral was an occasion for telling stories and recalling the joys of a small-town upbringing.
Golf, glorious golf. A hook here, a slice there. So what if you can’t break a hundred. A cartful of cool, casual summer clothes will keep you looking like a million.
Clinton Manges built his empire on brushland and oil wells, political contributions and lawsuits. His influence extends to the state capitol and oil company boardrooms. To get where he is, he studied under three masters of South Texas.
Houston’s career-oriented magnet schools are putting too much emphasis on work and too little on education.
The new work ethic.
A new study of sociologist C. Wright Mills is adequate but uninspired; this year’s Texas Institute of Letters fiction prize has gone to a fine first novel.
He was an aggressive cop with one of the toughest beats in Dallas. But after fourteen years and another killing, the department took him off the street and slapped him behind a desk.
Bearing Gallic sophistication and outrageously delicious desserts, the Lenôtre family has taken Dallas and Houston by storm.
The writer had no papers, but he wanted to get from Mexico to Houston. His best chance was to put his passage into the hands of a coyote, for a fat fee.
New parents, beware! The only thing I got out of my six Lamaze classes was permission to enter the delivery room with my wife.
Gary Bradley, a hot young land speculator in Austin, was in the middle of a $50 million deal when he ran into an outraged environmental movement and a lobbyist with some powerful clients. The fight was on.
Texas’ morning glory by thirteen photographers.
You may have played on one when you were a kid, but it’s no fun for cows.
Stick around and we’ll show you some of Texas’ best jam and jelly makers.
New blood and a commitment to high standards at the Theater Center and the Plaza have helped to make this theatrical season Dallas’ best.
Why Mark White wishes he’d never heard of H. Ross Perot; a new lawsuit threatens to play havoc with local schools; one last word (we promise) about yuppies; seems like politics as usual at UT.
A nuclear quandary in West Texas; the fine art of political feuding in San Antonio; the redfish ranching business in Monahans; the education of a power broker in training in Houston.
In Greystoke, neither Tarzan nor the audience gets to have any fun; Moscow on the Hudson takes a wonderful comedy and runs; Racing With the Moon is nostalgic and sure, but the plot comes undone.
The story of Lenell Geter’s release from prison is unfinished without the tale of the conservative engineers who stuck their necks out to help a friend in trouble.
With the Republican convention only three months away, Dallas’ sales forces are frantically gearing up for a merchandising bonanza.
I take over Exxon.