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Cheyenne (Warner) is as hard to distinguish from most other westerns as one Fred Harvey lunchroom is from the next. Dennis Morgan chases assorted desperadoes up & down hill through semi-arid shrubbery and past many picturesque specimens of erosion. The desperadoes chase the stagecoaches. Every so often someone gets shot, plunges from saddle or coachman's seat and rolls over & over. The hero plugs four desperate characters, largely because they hadn't lived long enough to learn that in bright sunlight a man's shadow can forecast his presence, however stealthy...
Bartók: Concerto for Violin & Orchestra (Yehudi Menuhin, with the Dallas Symphony Orchestra, Antal Dorati conducting; Victor, 10 sides). Further proof that Bela Bartók, despite a fearsome reputation for arid dissonance, was actually writing fresh and melodic works in his last years. Even with passages that seem to be fiddling for fiddling's sake, Bartók's lone major work for violin should add to his tardy fame. Recording: excellent...
...debonair. It is certainly the most readable life of Marx available. For those who wish to see so alarming a monster debunked, it is a complacent job of debunking. Nor need readers fear exposure to the rigors of Marxist political theory or economics. Biographer Schwarzschild lightly writes off those arid involutions...
...Union. "Nowhere have I ever met more generous, kindly folk, nor any who behaved with such instinctive courtesy." Members of the UNRRA mission rode about in their own automobiles as they chose, "nor did anyone ever try to prevent us talking to people on the streets." Workers in factories arid on farms were obviously short of comforts, and grumbled about hard times. But the grumbling was "not much different from that of American consumers who are fed up with food shortages and house hunting...
...days when Prince Aeneas and his Trojan followers founded the Roman race. "We're not Christians," the peasants gravely told Painter Levi; "Christ stopped short of here, at Eboli"-the point at which the highway leaves the blue Gulf of Taranto and loses itself in Lucania's arid wastes...