Word: chalks
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...beaten or tortured by their Japanese guards. But there was never enough food-Gilkey lost 45 Ibs. during the ordeal-and prison life was dominated by tensions wrought by both boredom and fear. Living space was at a premium in the compound, a former Presbyterian mission. In the dormitories, chalk lines were drawn on the floor, carefully delimiting the area each man had for his bed and few possessions. Privacy was almost nonexistent...
...season started off slowly, picked up momentum in the middle, and then fizzled out at the end. But Harvard did chalk up four straight shut-outs over Tufts, Holy Cross, Governor Dummer, and Dartmouth, before ending the season with losses to Andover and finally to Yale...
Renaissance Man. Boyish enthusiasm sits poorly on a professor, but an urgency and eagerness that transcend enthusiasm can be gripping. At the University of North Carolina in Chapel Hill, English Professor Osborne Bennett ("O.B.") Hardison Jr., 37, wears scuffed shoes, drooping socks and chalk-streaked jacket, goes everywhere accompanied by a kindly dog named Poppo, and makes literature an urgent affair. O.B. revels in Joyce, turns Kant dramatic, convulses his class by acting out John Donne's poem The Flea. Hummingly in tune with the student wave length, he translates the oracle's prediction in Arcadia ("An uncouth love which...
...research to do." He prowled from Carnaby Street to King's Road, slipping in and out of boutiques and coffeehouses, among other places, and summed up the scene in a collage technique that includes, as he put it, "bits of just about everything -acrylics, watercolor, chalk, pen and ink, labels...
...play is not tediously didactic. It is a little bit as if Brecht had purified the character of Mother Courage, made her an ardent, spunky, dutiful young girl, and graced her with luck as well as pluck. The Caucasian Chalk Circle's essential mood is playful and bucolic. But anything bucolic in this repertory production at New York's Lincoln Center is lost in the grinding whirr of revolving stages and the clanking rise and fall of scenery. The music, crucial to any decent Brecht production, seems to have been composed by a tone-deaf mute. Watching...