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Britain's Eric Portman is excellent as Cornelius Melody, a vainglorious Irishman who has quit the auld sod, risen to glory in Wellington's armies, been cashiered and is now living out his disgrace as a shabby saloon keep in the Boston of the 1820's. Helen Hayes survives her own saccharine whimsy as the harassed biddy married to a ruined cavalier, and Kim Stanley is impressive in the role of the old man's pride-ridden daughter. New Haven critics and audiences were divided, but "Con" Melody's brogue should still make...
Last week, leaving Algeria, Bigeard sang Auld Lang Syne with the officers and men of his old regiment, who had come down to see him off, then read a final statement: "Bigeard does not wish his departure to be exploited by political parties. He is neither of the right nor of the left. His expulsion from North Africa distresses him considerably, but he does not hate anyone for it. As a soldier he had only one desire-and that was to help rebuild a young, well-equipped, sportsmanlike army with a great ideal." To the swarms of reporters who greeted...
...graves [at the jazzed-up regimental routine], but I hope not. I think they would be proud." Well here's an ex-regimental officer who's neither old (33) nor dead nor proud ! When a single battalion can field 100 entertainers, it's time for the "Auld Forty Twa" to turn in its kilts and be issued leotards. Aside from the war of the American Revolution and Suez, this is the most asinine campaign British troops have ever participated...
...Fine music from a choice band, with old college songs from the Glee Club of Harvard Men, gave zest to the proceedings, at intervals, and the whole company at the close joined in Auld Lang Syne with clasped hands and right good will...
...crib, identified a chicken in a picture book for the baby's four-year-old sister with the comment, "Chick-chick-chick." Crossing into Scotland, Malenkov joined arms with a group of workmen at the modest Ayrshire cottage where Poet Bobbie Burns was born, and sang Auld Lang Syne in a rosy-red mist of good-fellowship. "Hip hip," cried one of the workmen, and the others chimed in, "Hooray...