Word: brixton
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Charlie (Wallach) is a failed vaudevillian; Harry (O'Shea) was a scoutmaster until his penchant for boys was discovered. On a cheerless Sunday evening in the dismal London suburb of Brixton, they are in their barbershop giving each other the full tonsorial treatment. This Sunday is particularly cheerless, since Charlie has been summoned to trial for "impersonating a female" in a club known as the Adam's Apple, and may face a jail sentence. Since the confrontation never does take place, the play's electricity is static: tingles of apprehension but no real voltage of menace...
...edition are brutally brief. Lord Morrison of Lambeth, who was known to working-class Englishmen on Our 'Erbie when he was Deputy Prime Minister in Clement Attlee's Labor government, rates one sentence of genealogy: "His Lordship is son of the late Henry Morrison, police constable of Brixton, England." On the other hand, Burke's-which sends the Queen a free copy of the $32.34 book specially bound in her favorite blue goatskin-devotes 45 pages of minute type to the royal family's doings since the days of its ancestor Egbert, King of Wessex...
Through a morning drizzle, an ambulance was carrying Soblen-who is supposed to be mortally ill of leukemia-from Brixton Prison to London Airport. There he was to be put aboard a Pan American jet to New York; once in the U.S., he would at last begin serving the life sentence he got for turning national secrets over to the Soviets. But the ambulance never got to the plane: Soblen had swallowed a great wallop of barbiturates and collapsed on the way. Unconscious, he was rushed to Hillingdon Hospital-and his enforced return to the U.S. was off again...
...Britain, two barristers-one a Labor M.P.-obtained a writ of habeas corpus delaying his departure at least until after a court hearing next week. Soblen himself applied for political asylum in Britain, and at week's end had recovered sufficiently to be moved to London's Brixton Prison...
...Amid gallery cries of "Fascist!" and "Shame!", he imposed a two-month sentence, later reduced to one week for health reasons. Then the frail old man was whisked un ceremoniously away (unknown hands had written three hasty words in the dust on his Black Maria: "Ban the bomb") to Brixton jail. It was a homecoming: Russell had spent six months of World War I there for his pacifist views...