The Palm Beach Post from West Palm Beach, Florida on December 10, 1976 · Page 23
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The Palm Beach Post from West Palm Beach, Florida · Page 23

West Palm Beach, Florida
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Friday, December 10, 1976
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"" , i'"."1!" fat-to ' . The -Palm Beach Post IS SECTION U it o Slavic o TV Nijht spots Dining out Where to go MB FK1DAY, DECEMBER 10, 1976 It Wouldn't Be Christmas Without a Parade 1 t mam. 4L, 4Mi mmmi mm mm. mm V Worth Lake Blvd. T 555 V Park Avenue 1 j PARADE ROUTE l manager, has organized the parade for several years. The Nova High School band from Fort Lauderdale will kick off the day's festivities with a concert at 1 p.m. in front of the Lake Park Town Hall. Following their performance will be the McCaulley Quartet and the duet of Jeannie Dodge and Nora Ammann. The parade begins at 2 p.m. at the Twin City Mall on U.S. 1. It will travel south on U.S. 1 to Park Avenue, west on Park Avenue to 10th Street, south on 10th Street, then disband. Kohl said the Indian princesses are the major addition to this year's parade. "They'll be as pretty and nice as can be," he said. Turn to PARADE, B6 By ANN DOYLE Post Staff Writer LAKE PARK - Kristina Halfpap is an "Indian princess" who will whoop it up Sunday at one of the largest Christmas parades in Palm Beach County. Her tribal costume consists of red slacks and a vest with yellow fringe and blue trim. Sewn on the slacks is the silhouette of an animal symbolizing her Indian name, Running Deer. Kristina and members of the Creek Indian Princess Tribe will march for the first time Sunday in the annual Christmas in Dixie Parade. Like many other marching units, the tribe will add flavor to the whirl of floats, banners, balloons, bands and bagpipes. Frank Kohl, who is running the show, ex- pects 50 floats, 17 bands and more than 130 marching units. "I was told to make this a good parade and that's exactly what I'm doing," Kohl said. The town resident, who now is Boynton Beach city Mastectomy Hurts; Cancer Kills (Cl I FIRST YOU CRY... V By BETTY ROltlN published by J.B. Lippincott over the lumpy oatmeal and topped it off by wrapping me up in gauze so that, he explained, the substance would keep its shape. When the mess had hardened and I was beginning to wonder how he was planning to get me out of what was now a firm cast, Lee picked at the top with his fingers, gave it a little pull, and the whole thing peeled off as if it were a banana skin. "This, you see, is a negative," he said, taking my rubberized configuration into the next room. "Now we fill it with plaster," he shouted so that I could hear him, "and we get a positive, and then we sculpt a replica of the one breast in clay and then we take another cast of that, and then," he said, coming back into the room where I was still sitting half-naked with the hardened porridge all over my plastic apron, "we make the prosthesis by painting a special mixture of silicone and a catalyst onto the new cast and when it gets hard, we peel it off, fill it up with glycerine, using a little more or a little less glycerine to get the right weight, and we put a backing on it, and that's it!" "That's really interesting," I said, struggling to get out of the chair. Turn to CANCER, B4 Last in a Series After weeks of research, I finally went to Ann Arbor, Mich., where, in the basement of the university's Medical Center, I was greeted by Denis Lee, a made-to-order prosthesis maker. From his name, I had expected him to be Chinese, but he wasn't. He was a sturdy young midwesterner whose father is a dentist. Lee's father's profession, it turned out, had no small bearing on his son's trade. Lee's technique of prosthesis-making involves taking the same kind of impression that dentists take, only you are the tooth. That is, you sit in a chair (which looks very much like a dentist's chair) and with a bib around your waist, instead of around your neck, an impression is made of your chest, almost exactly the same way as an impression is made of your tooth. It sounded altogether logical when Lee explained it to me, but I admit that when I was actually seated in the chair, stripped to the waist, and he approached me with a yellow mixing bowl full of a substance that looked like overcooked oatmeal and proceeded to smear it all over my upper body with a plastic spatula, I had my doubts. The "oatmeal," he had told me earlier, was ' ; , - . . i M , " r I f Vnu lUiiftrfrrenimi mumim an alginate which hardens into a rubber consistency the same way it does in the mouth. Needless to say, when it is your chest it doesn't feel the same. (At first, it feels repulsive and cold and then, after 10 minutes, it feels repulsive and warm.) Before the substance hardened, Lee came toward me with another mixing bowl filled with what looked like creamier oatmeal. This was plaster. He then smeared the creamy oatmeal StaH Photo by Mike Die mer Judy Kouns and Stu Tabor ... at work on prize-winning float Artists Assemble Works for Annual Pottery Fair n Ji WHERE Norton Gallery Auditorium, West Palm Beach WHEN - Today, 10 a.m. to 5 p.m.; Saturday, 1 to 5 p.m. something." The clay for her bells of both functional and decorative de-and chimes was rolled out with a sign. Each day there will be demon-kitchen rolling pin and the texture strations of hand-building and wheel-design made by a ball of twine over throw techniques. A share of the the moist clay. proceeds from the sales will be The pottery fair will have objects donated to the Norton School of Art. By GEORGIA DuPUIS Post Staff Writer In their own delightful fashion, the "people pots" created by West Palm Beach ceramist Alice Szwarce are cheerful representations of what is emanating from the hands and the wheels of the potters of today. The pots were first shaped in the age-old manner on a potter's wheel, then edged with gobbets of faces smiling, mournful, droll or daffy. Thus, Ms. Szwarce retains in her work the utilitarian traditions of the ancient craft, at the same time imbuing it with a fresh, dynamic approach. "Pottery is expanding into new areas of exploration, techniques and expression, moving more into the area of 'art clay,'" observed a member of the Ceramic League of the Palm Beaches, which today and Saturday sponsors its 7th annual Pottery Fair. The fair and sale, in the auditorium of the Norton Gallery in West Palm Beach, will be from 10 a.m. to 5 p.m. today and from 1 to 5 p.m. Saturday. Within the wide range of sculpture, pottery and jewelry offered will be items as varied as Mary Tarantino's interlocking sculpture shape, "The Id," Betty Haselmire's earthen-hued wind chimes, and the graceful "sang de bouef" red dragon pot created by Ray Gross. The personality and individuality of the potter is caught within his work, says Gross, who studied at Florida Atlantic University and taught at the University of Florida. "You can take something as lowly and menial as a mug and make it into a piece of art." Gross has been a potter for six years. "I was a painter and I got frustrated with trying to make two-dimensional surfaces look three-dimensional, so I went into pottery." For Ms. Szwarce, working with clay means having control over the medium. "The whole thing with working with clay, or any craft, is that you can take reality and distort it. You are in control of what's going on. I had fun with the people pots. I tried to break away from the ordinary, taking a thrown form and making it into something humorous." Betty Haselmire, who is serving as chairman of the fair, finds quietude in pottery. "It's a quiet thing to do. I'm not an extrovert, and with clay I can go into a corner and make " i Mill III tammmmmimmmmmmmmmmmtimiHmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmKlKtmmmmmm ' ft . : . :JX f If V- ' ; O t i ' . J ' t - i i , . . ' - t ' Irfv., ..... ' ' -'.' ',. ...: ;f r.: . " " ;. i ' ' ' . ! .'.-v.; .v i i ' " iiMwimn tin, no nnwBw r t ,' . ; , i lW4tiwwijtoiem'iirf cm I 1 Staff Photo By George Wedding Mary Tarantino Displays 'The Id' Betty Haselmire Adjusts Earthen-Hued Wind Chimes he Monegasque: Elegance in Relaxed Atmosphere CEATEHIES CBEAHEHIES The Monaco theme is carried out in the menu also. Dishes are named for avenues, boulevards even the golf course La Turbie. Coupe St. Devote, ice cream and sherbet in the red and white colors of the principality, is in honor of the patron saint of Monaco. Cote de Veau Sporting Club recalls the casino where the princess holds her various charity balls. The menu is strictly classic French, but not what is known as haute or grande cuisine. You'll see no lavish showpieces speared with attelets holding truffles, but that is not to say that some of the offerings are not elegant. Turn to RESTAURANT, Bll A- magazine described as "one of the finest restaurants in town." Of Italian heritage, Rinero is a Monegasque, which explains the restaurant's name. He was born and reared in Monaco, the independent principality on the Mediterranean's Cote d'Azur in the southeast corner of France, where Monte Carlo is. Family photos of Monaco's first family Prince Rainier, Princess Grace and their children and scenes of the French Riviera decorate the walls of the restaurant. Rinero was a recent guest of the prince and princess at a reception at the New York Regency last July for Monegasques living in the United States. "I talk in Monegasque dialect with the prince," Rinero said. urbane owner, Aldo Rinero, speaks French, Italian and English, and is particularity attentive to customers under 30 who might be visiting Le Monegasque for the first time. "Young people in fine restaurants are not always well attended to traditionally," Rinero believes. "We try to encourage them by guiding them in the realm of their selections in foods, which might be foreign, and in wines to suit their wallets." The wine list is excellent, but more spirituous potables are not served. Popular aperitifs, in lieu of cocktails, are sherry, Lillet and Kir. Before Le Monegasque, Rinero owned La Toque Blanche in New York, which Gourmet If you are tired of looking at your woman in blue jeans and for that matter, yourself in the same pick out a tie, put $40 in your coat pocket, and enjoy an elegant dining experience at Le Monegasque. This French restaurant, hidden in the Palm Beach President, 2505 S. Ocean Blvd., Palm Beach, is a relative newcomer to the area. If you haven't heard about it, it's probably because Palm Beach law prohibits advertising by restaurants in condominiums. Happily, there is no law against eating there. The restaurant, which seats about 60, provides a relaxed and dignified environment, but it's not a bit stuffy. 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