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YOKO

My dog, Sparky, and I feel compelled to praise Hilburn’s long-overdue article about Yoko Ono. Nothing quite perks us up first thing in the morning like a Calendar monopolized by his unending ode to a fabulously wealthy, yet ever-so-troubled, quasi-musical artiste.

Sparky particularly related to Yoko’s problems with concert attendance, as lately he has had trouble filling the Forum for the performance of his incredible flip-the-potato-chip-into-his-mouth trick. He was so moved, in fact, that he showered upon the Calendar the highest symbol of his respect and affection.

PAUL H. FISH

Westwood

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