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...playing a kind of introverted 17th century jazz behind inscrutable faces, and Dave Brubeck (TIME cover, Nov. 8, 1954) introduced polished sound that came with the complete approval of Darius Milhaud. Suddenly jazz?one of the loveliest and loneliest of sounds, the creation of sad and sensitive men?was awash with rondos and fugues. The hipsters began dressing like graduate students...
Then Stalin dies. Spring is nigh, and the screen bursts with the flux of a great thaw. Glaciers move. Oppressive ice masses give way to a life-giving socialist sun, and quick as a wink all Russia is awash with sentiment. Such devices sweep Clear Skies right to the edge of a slushy cinematic wasteland. Trick effects multiply with stultifying regularity. The camera, scudding skyward, frequently pauses to record the emotional temperature, ranging from before-the-storm to lo-the-dawn...
Paper Curtain. New York's worst affliction is the paper curtain that separates teachers in the classroom from administrators at "Livingston Street," or Board of Education headquarters, an ugly box of a building in Brooklyn that once housed the Elks of the region. Livingston Street is awash with able, well-intentioned administrators, but most of them live by the numbers and have lost touch with the troops in the trenches. Teachers have to punch time clocks, use rigid "lesson plans" that often do not match student needs. They find principals too busy to talk-and principals in turn find...
...Avenue and Greenwich Village to gather at Central Park's Delacorte Theater for the final scheduled performance in a ten-night summer dance festival. When the box office opened to pass out the 2,263 free tickets that filled every seat, the end of the long line was awash with customary disappointment. As had happened on every other night of the festival, there was one who was turned away for every...
Morning Workouts. Pereira's main office, starred by 60 architects and experts, is on Los Angeles' busy Wilshire Boulevard?a de luxe garret with a skylight in the peaked ceiling, black leather chairs, white marble coffee table, and a king-sized desk awash with reports, sketches and papers. He spends most of his time there in an interminable round of conferences and phone calls, always with a cup of steaming black coffee at his elbow. The hectic pace leaves him little time for riding or for sailing, which he used to love. These days his only exercise...