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Hosf SfogeleS Zimti If IIIIIII iK -f fEvi hp to v- 't ON LOCATION Also-' filming. In New Mexico are Gregory Peck and his costar Dawn Lyn. They're in Hal Wallis' "Shootout" north of Los Alamos. EASY RIDERS -Rumbling through the New Mexico countryside are Ernest Borg-nine, Bette Davis. They're in the Land of Enchantment to film "Bunny CHare." New Mexico: Hollywood on Rio Grande chine was blowing up a storm for Disney's "Scandalous John," starring Brian Keith as an indomitable 79-year-old rancher on a trail drive to save, his homestead from some land grabbers.

Up in the beautiful pine forests of Valle Grande on the vast Pat Dunnigan ranch north of Los Alamos, director Henry Hathaway was waiting for the sky to cloud over so he could' drench Gregory Peck with "rain" for the Hal Wallis production, "Shootout." 4 Outside on Highway 66 a headbanded Dean Stockwell was revving up a chopper for a Sam Katz-man production, "Julio and Stein." Not far away, in the tiny village of Chilili, simulating a Mexican border town, a bank robbing Bette Davis and Ernest Borgnine were making a getaway in a With i five feature motion pictures before the cameras a few weeks ago about the same number as in- the heart of the movie capital itselfNew Mexico was living up to its description as "Hollywood on the Rio Grande." So far this year 14 movies been shot in part or entirety in the state. On some chalky dunes not far from the White Sands Missile Range a wind ma dusty Dodge camper for AIP's "Bunny Meanwhile, the independent production "House Made of based on a Pulitzer Prize-winning novel by New Mexican writer N. Scott Mo-maday, was filming somewhere, on the state's highways, and in Taos Dennis Hopper yas putting' the finishing touches on "The Last Please Turn to Pg. 22, Col. 1 MOVIE REVIEW leg PART IV WEDNESDAY.

NOVEMBER. 11, 1970 JACK SMITH He's Heading for a Fall People complain that we have no seasons We have very nice seasons. It's just that when we get up in the' morning we never know what season that particular day is going to It occurred to me the other afternoon that It was fall. I was sitting in the rocking chair in the living room listening to a Mendelssohn concerto on the phonograph. The sun was low and the light coming in from the patio fwas yellow.

It seemed alive and touchable I knew that if I wanted to see what fall was like I'd better go out and look, before dark. It might be August tomorrow Working and running down to Mexico on 'weekends we'd been, neglecting our yard. The gardener had dome round for an hour or two on Tuesdays arid kept it ajive, like a doctor making a house call; but it looked unloved. I put on a corduroy jacket and went out to walk our half acre; a landed squire. I let my wife's poodles out of their keep.

A man walking his grounds in the fall likes to have a good dog at heel They went mad, racing about and filling the air with senseless "Heel, you I shouted. It was no use. None of our pets have ever emerged from infancy; I realized with a stab of guilt that it had been months since I'd walked in the yard, or even gone outdoors to look at it. The pink hibiscus was in flower, but there were as many blossoms on the ground as in the tree, and I had missed them. I The Chinese elm was brown and bare, its leaves scattered like old coins the grass.

They crunched pleasantly under my shoes, a sure sign of fall, even in Los Angeles. The pepper tree had fought, its annual' struggle to the death with the passion fruit, won again. Its leaves flashed yellow in the wind like little knives aroiffid the lifeless dark carcass of the vine still twisted about its trunk. I walked up the beautiful concrete steps I had built at such terrible expenditure of brain and brawn; my pyramids. Despite their mass they had a lightness, I saw, an illusion of flight, like the Spanish Steps in Rome.

I had missed my calling; I should have designed great monuments. The fountain was dry. The naked nymph stood patiently in the dry bowl among dead leaves, holding up her dish, from which no water fell. I sat in the white cast iron garden settee and looked at her, reallylooked at her, for the first time in months. That's all they ask, you know, that you really see them.

She would be called kitsch, I supposed, a voluptuous female holding up a platter in a fountain, cast in concrete from some familiar but. not quite responsible mold. Kitsch, perhaps, but in the lemon sunlight of a fall afternoon, here at the furthest reach of western culture, a lovely nymph, an Aphrodite, a Rachel, a symbol of womankind before the liberation. My second set of steps had been more beautiful than the first, in concept, at least. They were never finished.

With some surprise I noticed, that I'd never put away my tools. The wheelbarrow was there at the foot of the steps, in a crust of concrete. A trowel. A sledge. A bucket.

All gray with hardened concrete and mantled by yellow alder leaves A red bauble caught my eye, then more. There were a dozen of them, red lopsided balls, in a bushy tree. Pomegranates. I had forgotten the pomegranate tree. It, too, had been a volunteer.

I picked one the size of an orange and took it inside. Pomegranates have always seemed unreal to me, a fancy of childhood, a mythical fruit, the food of unicorns. I cut it in half, exposing the tough yellow pockets full of tiny red seeds like jewels. The juice ut: when I picked a cluster out, staining my fingers. I popped it in my mouth.

It was sweet and bitter both, a taste like a memory of childhood. -If autumn's here, can spring be far behind? THE VIEWS INSIDE BOOKS: "The Ancient Historians" by Robert Kirsch on Page 10. MOVIES: "Machine Gun McCain" and "The Mind of Mr. Soames" by Kevin Thomas on Ppge 20. MUSIC: L.A.

Chamber Orchestra by Martin Bern- heimeron Page 21. Ella Fitzgerald' and Duke Ellington by Leonard Feather on Page 19. AND OTHER FEATURES Dear Abby 9 Astrology "4 Page 1 6 Bridge 8 Comics Page 25 Christy Fox 3 Joyce Haber 18 Roundabout 2 Cecil Smith 23 i A 4ws i ii ll'llif liffi'llllli MM I ITT i ill 111 iij" iBfrfc BY KEVIN THOMAS Tinwt Staff writtr Two years ago Gov. David P. Cargo of New Mexico made his first trip to Hollywood to promote movie production within his state.

Since then film-makers of every sort have left behind in the Land of Enchantment approximately $10,483,000 or about 20 of their total production investment. STAGE REVIEW 'Dear Love' Gourtsliip BY DAN SULLIVAN TMwi Thtattr Critic Our theater has several publics. "Dear Love" at the Huntington Hartford is for the one with a weakness for old fashioned n-timent, unquote. To a degree, this reviewer shares that weakness, cannot How pleasant, up to a point, to visit people who actually spoke that way (or at least wrote that way) and how pleasant to reflect on the inaccuracy of that observation in regards to the people you are visiting. They are Elizabeth Barrett (Myrna Loy) and Robert Browning (Jerome Kilty.) For them, as we.

know, it, could be and, for 16 years, was a marriage of true minds impeded only by Mrs. Browning's death. Looking at Letters The play, derived by Kilty from the letters they wrote to each other almost daily before they were married, opens as they are leafing through those letters on the eve of her as she might have said expiration. In flashback, we replay their courtship: first a couple of poets prettily talking shop; then, Miss Bar- rett's guard coming down, a friendship; then as Brown-" ing had predicted all along-true love. As in.

"The Barretts Of Street," we see vvimpoie btreet," we Elizabeth taking- strength from her' impetuous suitor, taking heart to- defy her tyrannical father and quit the prolonged little girlhood he had sentenced' her to. i Almost an Addict But we find out some things "The Barretts' of Wim-. pole Street" didn't tell us. Miss Barrett had become, on doctor's orders very nearly ah' opium, addict, and this, she had to free herself from' before eloping with Robert to Italy. Another burden was the guilt she felt'at the death of an older brother in a boating accident: He would have been back in' the city that day if she hadn't begged him to extend his holiday with Phase Turn Pff.

17, Col. 3 SALAD ARTMrs. Gorman Miller instructs high school students In art of salad preparation. Times photos by Deris Jeannette I EXCLUSIVE RESTAURANT Students Cook, Teachers Eat Life in 'Norway' BY CHARLES CIIAMPLIN Timet Entertainment Editor "Song of Norway;" which opens today at the Cinerama Dome, is hot really susceptible to criticism jn the usual sense. It can only be described, so that the audience whose cup of warm cocoa it is can seek it out.

That audience, I think, would stand in the rain for a chance to see a travelog, and regards operetta as the highest form of stage achievement to date. Even now it is a fair-sized audience, although whether it is substantial enough' to pay the high if efficiently spent cost of "Song of Norway" is Postcard Views movie is, at its best, a pretty succession of postcard views of the awesome Norwegian landscapes and fjord-scapes, handsomely if statical 1 photographed, a edited, (w i considerable skill) to Edvard Grieg's Sooner or later, figures invade the scenery, and "Song of Norway" becomes 'the operetta which Edwin Lester first mounted for the Civic Light Opera here something more, than a quarter-century ago and which has enjoyed international success. The book takes the form of a biography of the composer, but it tells us surprisingly little. And the basic pattern-of rags-to-riches, obscurity-to-fame, with success made to seem a hollow victory, is, by now excessively familiar. i Chopin of North And.

although Grieg wa3 called the Chopin of the North, his life away from the piano was nothing like as interesting. No Wilde man, he. spite writer director Andrew Stone's attempts to pump some dramatic conflict into the story, the figures remain wind-up dolls with funny names like Liszt, Ibsen and Hans Christian Andersen. It is as if TOklaho-ma," "South Pacific" and "Kiss Me Kate" had never happened along to prove that musical theater can achieve the precise aims of operetta glorious song in ft Please Turn to Pg. 18, Col.

3 BY ANNE LaRIVIERE Timet Staff Writtr GARDEN GROVE A most exclusive club, this little restaurant. For a mere 65 cents members can feast on sweet and sour pork with, rice, coleslaw, homemade rolls and coffee. Or Pork Chops Pyramid, or Chicken Santiago with rice pilaf or. a Hawaiian club sandwich made with Eligibility for eating at the restaurant depends whether you teach (or know someone who does) at Santiago High School. The meals are prepared by teen-agers in the School's occupational food service and restaurant management' program.

As faculty members and guests are served (from the left, of course) at cloth-covered tables, it's hard to.re-' member that the whole scene is really a classroom really a place where the kids are perfecting abilities at the vocation of their choice. It seems like a Spanish-style restaurant with iron chandeliers reflected in silk-Please Turn to Pff. 11, Col. 3 -o 4 'j 1 I I I 1 i KITCHEN AIDS Dee McMi lien, 17, of Garden Grove, wields Wire whisk in the utensil and spice section of classroom kitchen..