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...home runs. Now for the bad news: he hits home runs anyway, often enough so far to titillate the statistics keepers. The Boston Red Sox's splendid young designated hitter and leftfielder has hit 18 home runs through the end of May and is ahead of both Babe Ruth's and Roger Maris' early-season pace. It was enough to earn him the American League's Player of the Month award. To add consistency to insult, Rice's .343 batting average would satisfy Pete Rose...
...bought control of Merritt-Chapman & Scott, a respected construction firm, and in half a dozen years had raised its net worth from $8 million to $132 million. He also used the firm to absorb companies that made everything from ships (the aircraft carrier Kitty Hawk) to movies (The Babe Ruth Story). He failed in efforts to buy the Brooklyn Dodgers, the Washington Senators and the Baltimore Colts...
...union's membership swells to several million under his leadership. Always attuned to the needs of the rank-and-file, Stallone is also aware of the importance of "push," and consequently falls into bad company: he inadvertently sells his soul to the Mafia (in the guise of mobster Babe Milano, played in sleazy enough fashion by Tony Lo Bianco), and watches--along with millions of Americans who saw him do so well against Apollo Creed--as his self-created American dream grows, and then collapses in disarray, about...
...House. What do we find under the surface of Lady Be Good? Let us ponder. We find, alas, no intelligent treatment of sensitive issues, no probing of our souls' seamy undersides. At bottom, this show is clean. Unbesmirched by ambiguity, wiped of Weltshmerz, it comes to us like a babe, puerile and kicking. No meat for melodic meditation, no erudite arias, no recondite repartee a la intelligencia. In a word--a four-letter word--the book of Lady Be Good is gosh-darn dumb. But like the song says: the production has "got a rhythm, a rhythm, a rhythm" that...
Each detective mauls each culprit. Simon takes it with world-weary stoicism, his eyes like stagnant pools. Jimmy cries like an abused child. Eventually, the tortured and the torturers seem more like kin than enemies. Playwright Babe skillfully evokes their dawning camaraderie. Where he goes wrong is in tagging on the murky moral that all men are brothers or, perhaps, unisexual...