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America's latest and greatest fad since the automobile has been creating traffic hazards in downtown Boston for the past week--and threatens to cause the complete downfall of the Hub's traffic system before he leaves.

The name of this problem is, obviously, Frank Sinatra, and in the space of three-quarters of an hour, he shows, with the active cooperation of his audience, what may happen when this younger generation finally takes over--and the possible developments are truly awe-inspiring.

No one is quite sure what it is about Frankie that changes an apparently normal young-or-not-so-young girl into a raving manlae. Scientists have advanced various theories, but the one we like best is that of a girl who, after sitting through six performances, sobbed out that she wanted to "take him home, give him a hot cup of tea, smother him with hot water bottles, and tuck him-into bed."

She loves him, she explained as she went back for a seventh session, because "he's so wonderfully anemic."