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...fair lady of Chess is Paige, a petite blond in her 30s who was the first London-stage Evita. In Chess, Paige's Florence is the captive-nation emotional pawn of two superpower egotists; the numbers written for her investigate the dark, angry range where Paige's powerful soprano lives. The show's best song, Nobody's Side, has Florence offering words to the wounded ("Never stay too long in your bed,/ Never lose your heart, use your head"), and Paige taunts the lyric into an anthem of cold-steel defiance. Here she evokes the clarion brass of Ethel Merman...
Just then, that boy, Kirk DesHotels dismounted and ran for a chicken. The rules are that all chickens must be chased on foot. The chicken got away. A | tourist, a blond Tennessean with looks that beg a swoon, approached young Kirk to share a word. He gave her one of those long moist looks of love everlasting, as she read it. "I allllmost caught that chicken," he said, and it was then she realized it was the chase that held his passion...
...have exclusive photo rights to the spruced-up interiors. She maintained arrangements with her favorite couturiers to give her gowns to wear, which were then given to two Manhattan fashion-design schools. She had--and still has--three hairdressers buzzing in and out. (Nancy Reagan is a "warm honey-blond with highlights," says Monsieur Marc, her New York stylist, who provides some of the highlights.) In all, Washington was overtaken by an extravagant new Tory chic...
...limits of the canvas. The sense of dislocation and implacable graphic firmness this involved, in works like The Dream, 1921, was surpassed by no other artist. The amputee on a ladder with the fish slung round his neck, the war veteran blowing his tin trumpet, the catatonic blond girl--in their mingled density and strangeness, they seem like quotations from some permanent layer of German consciousness. All the more so because Beckmann thought very hard about his own cultural heritage. His figures, with their polelike limbs and mouths like gashes, their awkward eloquence of gesture (long on pathos and aggression...
...story, as told by witnesses, went this way: the four youths, all neighbors from The Bronx, clustered menacingly around a blond man wearing metal-framed glasses who had taken a seat in the car. They asked him for the time, then a match, then a cigarette; finally one asked if he had $5. "Yes, I have $5 for each of you," he replied. He stood up, whipped a silver revolver out of the waistband of his jeans and fired a well-aimed bullet into each of his harassers as other passengers dived screaming to the floor. The gunman then helped...