Word: ancients
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Jordan River, stands a flat-topped mound 140 ft. high called Tell es-Sa'īdîyeh, the "Hill of Women of the Sa'īd Tribe." Its surface is thinly littered with pottery fragments, and a sharp eye can pick out traces of ancient walls. Archaeologists have long suspect ed that the place has a formidable his tory, but they could do little more than guess until famed Digger James...
...inflammable weaving materials. When his diggers removed the dirt near by, they found the regular streets of a carefully planned city with a community bakery. The dwellings had mud-brick walls and central columns to support the wooden roof beams. Mixed in the debris were many homely objects of ancient daily life-bowls, flasks, cooking pots, primitive safety pins, figurines, cosmetic palettes...
...Knight's lodge to the final tableau in praise of folly, the operatic version of Shakespeare's Merry Wives of Windsor was precisely what the Met needed to dignify an otherwise dolorous season. Zeffirelli's sets were like Dutch paintings come to life: an ancient inn cured in ale and laughter, a courtyard full of gossip and sunshine, a forest too deep for the eye to penetrate. His cast moved briskly and well, as if every gesture had been choreographed, and his stage direction was so good that the singers (Gabriella Tucci, Judith Raskin, Regina Resnik, Anselmo...
...wait through the fifteen minute rest stop. The waitress in Columbus, Miss. spilled cream all over my brand new overalls. We expected a good whipping or at least a week in jail in war-like Winona, Miss., but they had replaced the cafeteria with vending machines. An ancient, bespectacled colonel offered me a quarter for my front seat as we approached Winona. I declined and he returned to the back of the bus. Jackson, Miss...
...Vassar girl named C-- drove up to Canton this morning to look the place over. We were looking for a town that was classically Mississippian enough to be the site of the first Community Center. Canton is so classically Mississippian that I can't stand it--cotton and ancient shacks and barefooted (there was a cold drizzle, and the streets were unpaved and muddy) black children. A city cop stopped us, noticing that we had out-of county tags (talk about provincialism), and informed us that we had better not be bringing "any of that freedom crap" in there...