Word: blacks
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...said the tall, black-clad man as he smiled shyly at his audience. "I'm beat to the square, and square to the beat, and that's my vocation." The Prior of his Dominican monastery would probably express the vocation differently, but he gladly permits Brother Antoninus to give readings of his own poems, as he is doing this week in Los Angeles for the Commonweal Club. His poetry and his whole career may be I way out, but his purpose is to move men way in to Christ...
...Route Back. For his poetry readings Brother Antoninus takes off his white tunic, black scapular and hood, to dress his 6-ft. 4-in. frame in clerical street garb-a plain black suit, black tie. Says he: "Society has two structures, the institutional and the visionary. There has to be a synthesis. I feel that I have found that religion in which the institutional and the visionary are reconcilable . . . The beat have repudiated the institutional. They have no route back theologically...
...American tourists outside Oxford University's Christ Church, the stern, spectacled Anglican clergyman in flowing red, white and black robes looked as authentically Oxonian as the sweeping Tom Quad that he strode across so swiftly. But the Rev. Dr. Cuthbert Aikman Simpson, 67, is in fact an American. Last week he became the first U.S. citizen ever named dean of a Church of England cathedral. And as dean of Christ Church, Dr. Simpson also becomes head of its renowned annex, Oxford's Christ Church College, familiarly known as "The House...
...Douglas), a beer-bellied, golden-hearted. Godsend-payday paragon of the old-fashioned vices: civic irresponsibility and the right to shirk. Inevitably, the Internal Revenue Service (Tony Randall) tries to catch up with him. "I'd like to look at your books," says tight-lipped Tony, the perfect black-shoe bureaucrat. Douglas looks puzzled. "I don't do much reading," he replies. But Tony forges ahead, deeper and deeper into a slough of Southern hospitality...
...lights go low at Manhattan's garish Latin Quarter nightclub. Onto the stage glides a slim-hipped, broad-shouldered man in white tie and tails. He grasps his partner, a stunning redhead in black tights, whirls her over his head on one arm, hurls her dramatically in a split-legged fall to the floor. The dance team is Nicholas Darvas and his half-sister, Julia, one of the top acts in the U.S. What the tired businessmen watching the show do not realize is that Hungarian-born Nicholas Darvas, 39, is a better moneyman than most of them...