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A few days after Five Upstart Americans release, the Monks arrived in New York for their inagural American gig. It was also the first time they had played together in 32 years. Expectations were dangerously high. There was nothing to fear, though. Well, that's not entirely true. There was one panic striken moment when Gary Burger announced he had bronchitis. His trademark brimstone-gargling vocals were intact, but he couldn't hit the glorious Four Freshmen falsettos he is notorious for. But hey, \"I'm a monk! You're a monk! We're all monks!\" proved to be prophetic. The Monks took the stage with a fan, one Mike Fornatale. He replicated Gary Burger's high vocal harmonies to a T as the band transported the entire audience to the Checkpoint Charlie circa 1966. An ice Cold War blast of Teutonic rock gripped the Big Apple's Cavestomp festival by the gonads. The band ground out most of their repertoire as well as a made-up-on-the-spot-brand-new-Monks-song. The Blues Explosion's Jon Spencer could only watch and wish. Two other garage legends at the festival, the Chocolate Watch Band and the Standells, didn't stand a chance. No mention was made of them in the Monday morning papers. Not so The Monks. \"The New York Times\" (who are never notably charitable to middle-aged rockers) sang hosannas, writing \"Mr. Burger's lead guitar lines skidded and wailed; Mr. Clark's organ shifted between staccato chords and gusty dissonances. The music was a freshly unearthed relic and it was still sharp to the touch.\" Indeed. The Monks had come home to roost.
Around 9pm last night, a 48-inch water transmission main broke at 21st & Bainbridge. The results of this were dramatic, with a torrent of water rushing out of the ground for hours, resulting in a river on 21st Street. According to some of the firemen on the scene, the intersection looked like a volcano had erupted, and the surrounding street was beginning to deteriorate, thanks to the rushing water. These men then had to run off to evacuate a family in a boat.
In her five schools the poverty was rapidly becoming worse. Each week more children stayed away or came to school ragged and unkempt, some without any overcoats, small pitiful mites wearing shoes so old as barely to stick on their feet. And when the teachers and visitors followed these children into their homes they found bare, dirty, chilly rooms where the little folk shivered and wailed for food and the mothers looked distracted, gaunt and sullen and half crazed. Over three hundred thousand workers were idle in the city. Meanwhile, to make matters worse, half the money from uptown which had gone in former years into work for the tenements was going over to Belgium instead. And the same relentless drain of war was felt by the tenement people themselves; for all of them were foreigners, and from their relatives abroad, in those wide zones of Europe already blackened and laid waste, in endless torrents through the mails came wild appeals for money. 076b4e4f54