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...only one medically inadequate means of controlling birth-the rhythm method-is inconsistent with his acknowledgment that sex is important as an expression of a loving marital relationship. Forcing a man and wife to practice rhythm, says Gunther Mack, ecumenical affairs editor of a German Protestant weekly Sonntags-blat, is "like sending a man on a sinking ship to a lifeboat full of holes...
...Indian actor who was imported from New Delhi to play a heroic bugler in a new Bengal Lancer-Gunga Din-style movie being shot in California. This is his big chance, but he blows it-first with his bugle, when he wrecks a scene by continuing to blat out battle calls instead of dying of his wounds, then by blowing up the fort that is about to be stormed in the film's big fight scene. The enraged director fires him, and arranges to have the name Hrundi V. Bakshi inscribed on Hollywood's blackest blacklist...
Moreover, much of what irritates modern man is simply new noise traded in for old. The ear that flinches at the diesel blat of a bus might recoil as much from the clang-rattle-crash of the old trolley. The whine of rubber tires replaces the bang and screech of unsprung cartwheels on cobblestones; the backfire supplants the ringing hooves of dray horses...
...seven men with the same names as the New York daily reviewers and sent them to previews of Subways. A week after the show opened, Merrick stuck tongue firmly in cheek and printed their names, their pictures and their reviews of the show (all raves) in a great big blat of a full-page ad. And in the course of a long guerrilla war against Howard Taubman of the Times, he pointedly reprinted one of Taubman's reviews in Greek and suggested sympathetically that the poor chap required "vocational guidance...
...unobserved at a Steinway the size of Florida. "Give me the Cleveland every time," a critic murmured contentedly to his companion. "Never a lapse in taste, never a bar without breeding!" Even as he spoke the Cleveland Symphony rumbled like a drain in difficulty and belched forth a stentorian blat of brass. Whereupon the tiny man, exploding chords like cannoncrackers, hurled himself upon the piano, and for the next 72 minutes, while the orchestra bawled like a herd of lovesick hippos, blasted away with a display of percussive pianistics that rattled the hall so hard nobody noticed the sound...