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News Editor for This Issue: Joseph R. Palmore '91 Night Editors: Seth A. Gitell '91 Lan N. Nguyen '93 Phillip M. Rubin '93 Eric S. Sollowey '91 Editorial Editors: Emily M. Bernstein '90 Katherine E. Bliss '90 Feature Editor: Melissa R. Hart '91 Sports Editor: Michael R. Grunwald '92 Photo Editor: Kedron A.V. MacDonald Ali F. Zaidi '92 Copy Editor: Brett R. Huff...
Dating in the stone age: In between the innocent bliss of the Garden of Eden and the advent of bowling, stone age daters pursued inane activities such as catching and domesticating dogs and nagging one another about posture. Romance was dead...
Secretly watching these censorious rites, though not entirely comprehending them, is a little boy named Toto (played by a delightful discovery, Salvatore Cascio). For him, any moving image is the nearest available occasion for bliss. An indifferent altar boy to the priest, he is a passionate acolyte to the projectionist, who is quite literally the keeper of a flame (the arc lamps inside his machine), the cranky guardian of a mystery more awesome -- or at least more attractive -- to the child than anything the church has to offer...
...military involvement in the drug crusade has been growing within the U.S. A joint military task force in Fort Bliss, Texas, has assigned 100 Army and Marine troops to support civilian agencies that patrol the border with Mexico. While the troops are not expected to engage smugglers, the danger was dramatized last month when four Marines working with Border Patrol officers near Nogales, Ariz., got into a nighttime firefight with drug traffickers on horseback. The smugglers fled, abandoning 573 lbs. of marijuana. No Marines were hurt...
...boozer, womanizer and general hellion, Markham tosses away eternity in exchange for a single, futile roll of the dice, then squanders what reprieves are offered in unrepentant revelry. He nonetheless stumps Satan twice, escaping the first time and settling down the second time into a perverse sort of domestic bliss. Markham's good-ole-boy world view is distasteful: women are treated as property, and both defeats of the devil depend on the notion that homosexuality is a fate worse than damnation. But Silverstein's script, told in verse with occasional bursts of music, is rowdy and rousing and raunchily...