Word: booed
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...goes. Last week Narrator Lewis, who has spoken on behalf of the film at some 75 U.S. colleges, appeared with Operation Abolition at Wesleyan University in Middletown, Conn, and the University of Connecticut at Storrs. As usual, well-organized campus liberals picketed the showing, jammed the hall to heckle, boo, fire loaded questions at the narrator. Praised by FBI Director J. Edgar Hoover, the National Review, and a number of conservative Baptist groups, Operation Abolition has come in for searching criticism by the Jesuit weekly America, the Protestant Christian Century, Episcopal Bishop James A. Pike. After making its own study...
Frustrating at first was the search for a leading lady to lure Fletcher Christian Brando, in T. S. Eliot's words, "under the bam, under the boo, under the bamboo tree." Then one day a supple vahine named Tarita broke into spontaneous dance before Brando and Director Reed, swayed sensually to the rhythm of sharkskin drums, and extolled Brando's prowess as a godlike lover and drinker of awa, a local fermentation. Brando and Reed conferred. Soon the coconut radios of Tahiti were spreading the message that Tarita had become Hollywood's newest star...
...Voyage! Like Gauguin, Jean Dubuffet (roughly pronounced Doo-boo-FAY) started out as an unlikely candidate to be anything at all in the art world. His father was a prosperous Le Havre wine merchant, and Dubuffet barely escaped being the same. He tried painting for a while, then gave it up in disgust because he decided he was only imitating his Paris friends, Suzanne Valadon, Raoul Dufy and Fernand Léger. He went back to selling wine, got "a wife, furniture, a maid, a brother-in-law, a car, kids." Then one day before World War II he started...
...Boos at the Plaza. Then everybody got set for Nikita Khrushchev's rebuttal next day. By now it was clear that no mere recital of the oft-told Soviet line would be enough to recapture all the lost ground. Khrushchev's own description of Ike's speech as "conciliatory" suggested that Khrushchev was eager to begin negotiating again. That night, instead of closeting himself with his advisers, Khrushchev resumed his favorite role of informal comic and propagandist. Flanked by his ever-present army of security guards, he rolled up to the staid Plaza Hotel to attend...
...much-heralded African "summit" conference. As Lumumba drove up elegantly in an open Lincoln Continental once reserved for Belgium's King Baudouin, the crowd suddenly hoisted signs reading "Fascist"' and "Dictator," burst into the distinctive "whoop, whoop, whoop" that is the Congolese version of a boo. Seemingly undismayed by their jeers -and by the fact that his summit conference had attracted mainly minor bureaucrats instead of the 20 heads of state he had invited-Lumumba strode to the stage of the Palace of Culture to cry to his guests: "Gentlemen, you are now making contact with Congolese reality...