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Dates: during 1940-1949
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When Antigone reached Broadway last week, its symbolic side had lost its urgency. What remained most provocative was its experimental side-the changes Anouilh had made in Sophocles' story, the slangy prose he had often substituted for austere poetry, the modern flourishes (card playing, automobiles) and modern dress. They gave a mild fillip to a classic story, but they did not make for an effective play. This Antigone, barring its one big clash between despot and defier, was flat, fumbly theater. This Antigone, shorn of her Resistance aura, was unmoving and unreal. And in a modernish setting, the burial...
Nobel Prizewinner Martin du Card asked scornfully: "The Academy? What's that...
...Tories tried to howl him down, but it was no use. "I know the medicine is nasty," roared the Battler, "and I know you'd do it again if you were in power." Labor cheered wildly. "I have a clear card in my union; I want this Act off the statute books so that we have a clear card before the law." Then Ernie swung his knockout to the Tory solar plexus. "We Socialists are here. . . in power and we are going to stop here...
Roly-poly (219 Ibs.) George Allen is a regular card. One of his favorite stories is about the time he was captain of a Cumberland University football team, beaten 222-to-0 by Georgia Tech. George likes to say that he made Cumberland's best run -"I only got thrown for a five-yard loss...
...market, Jess Birdwell met a gentleman whose card was inscribed: "Professor Waldo Quigley, Traveling Representative, Payson and Clarke. The World's Finest Organs. Also Sheet Music and Song Books." "How many reeds in a Payson and Clarke [organ]?" Jess asked him. "Forty-eight, Brother Birdwell," replied Professor Quigley, "not counting the tuba mirabilis. . . . Those reeds duplicate the human throat. They got timbre," he added ("landing on the French word the way a hen lands on the water"). "How many stops?" asked Jess. "Eight," said the professor. "And that vox humana! . . . You can hear the voice of your lost child...