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...prince's whipping boy, hardly bigger than the Great Seal used by the pauper to crack nuts in the palace. But the play's most memorable image was its gentlest: a lovely little girl (Patty Duke, 8) finding the tattered prince-by then the king-asleep in a haystack. The prince identified himself as "the king" and, while a tiny kitten pawed at her long tresses, she asked with disarming, grave eyes: "Oh, what king...
...sweet young girl and a man with a trained bear and a wife who gives birth to a baby. By day they lie abed, or street-beg, or in desperation steal milk. By night they act out their old roles, philosophize, soliloquize, dramatize the day's rebuffs, fall asleep and dream...
...Faubus attorneys seemed hardly to care what happened to the motions. Within minutes after young, nervous Faubus Lawyer Kay Matthews began a rambling argument for the disqualification motion, Little Rock School Superintendent Virgil Blossom became the first-but by no ' means the last-spectator to fall sound asleep. Again, while addressing himself to another motion, Faubus Lawyer Walter Pope said his whole argument was in his brief, and someone had once told him that judges could read. Smiled Ronald Davies: "Yes, I am one of the judges who can read." Moments later the Faubusinspired motions were quietly and firmly...
...Everything's All Right." That evening-as the doctor and his mistress later told the story-Marie-Claire Evenou complained of a toothache, and her husband affectionately suggested a sleeping pill to ease the pain. As soon as she was asleep, Dr. Evenou rang the phone in Simone's apartment twice. A moment later, his mistress stood beside him in her stocking feet. Dr. Evenou uncovered his wife's breast. "Strike here!" he said. Simone struck, and Marie-Claire woke in a shock. "Simone," she cried. "No. No." Dr. Evenou held her close in his arms. "There...
...Sanctum, leaving small puffs of dust behind him on the steps. The familiar smell of old books, old dust, and old beer rolled out as he opened the doors. Inside, paper cups and half empty bottles on a base of old newspapers covered the floor. The managing editor was asleep on a coach. "Nothing ever changes," thought Vag, and started his search...