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Thomas Brackett Reed of Maine, the son of a sailor, was a giant of a man (6 ft. 3 in., 275 Ibs.) who ruled the House by brute genius, and raised the speakership to a peak of authority. By refusing to entertain "dilatory motions" (i.e., anything he disliked), Republican Reed won arbitrary power over the calendar of legislation. By counting silent members as present, he frustrated the Democratic minority's parliamentary ploy of preventing a quorum by refusing to vote. The "Reed Rules," many of which are still in use, ended House filibusters for all time. Reed was known...
...American citizen." Indignantly, the girl decides to marry the boy. At that the stevedore's obsession, like an elephant in musth, snaps the fraying tether of human feeling that restrains his frenzy. He betrays the boy and his brother to the immigration police. Too late the poor brute perceives that in betraying his friends he has betrayed himself, that in embracing the past he has forfeited the future, that in refusing to change he has agreed to die. He plunges a cargo hook into his own heart. "Why?" he gasps as he expires...
...words: Art Carney. Carney is a master of comic body English: when he stumbles over a table in the flickering, candlelit murk of a coffeehouse and barks at the bohemian proprietor like a wounded seal, "Are you OPEN?", he is inexpressibly funny. As lovable as Carney's philistine brute is Elizabeth Ashley's collegiate beauty, perfumed with dew-behind-the-ears charm. Between them, these two duck a good many of the script's incessantly bursting soap bubbles...
...last we see Nehru in his true colors. Never giving a frank and definite response to questions, Nehru proved a master at evading questions on TV during his recent visit to this country. How fitting that this champion pussyfooter got up sufficient nerve to use brute force against those gentle, timid people in Goa who have lived in their country just 400 years...
...what of brute, locked up with the rest? The answer is that Thurber considered himself, half correctly, a rough, bruising satirist. "I am in a corner without being backed there," he wrote, "and I often come out fighting." To be thought a nice, lovable old character must have been as hard to endure as the slow onset of blindness. He bore both afflictions with dignity...