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...judge to two defendants telling an unlikely tale. Everybody Loves My Baby becomes a father's high- energy romp about his infant son. One number is an instant classic: the upbeat Ain't We Got Fun is rendered with icy irony by a prison-yard crew. Their chant is slow and syncopated, with beats of silence between syllables to underscore the sarcasm; their steps are punctuated by the swish and rattle of chains. The costumes display Fosse trademarks: white gloves, hats, spangled tuxedos. So do the dances, with their hip and shoulder rolls, backward exits and slithering one-hand gestures...
UEBERROTH'S '84 OLYMPICS did so much to advance the cause of shrill American jingoism that Harvard tries to do them one better. Class Day is moved to the Stadium, and the graduating seniors--resplendent in their Wyoming Wear--parade in as 80,000 gin-crazed alumni chant, "HAR-VARD! HAR-VARD!" and menacingly wave 15-ft. Crimson flags...
Thomas Keneally, 50, is an Australian novelist (The Chant of Jimmie Blacksmith), playwright (Bullie's House), screenwriter (Silver City) and movie actor (The Devil's Playground). The subjects of his nearly 20 books are equally protean: Joan of Arc, the U.S. Civil War battle at Antietam, World War I armistice negotiations, exploration in Antarctica. His 1982 volume, Schindler's List, set off a literary tempest: although it told of an actual German businessman who saved some 1,300 Jews from the Nazis, the book was awarded Britain's prestigious Booker McConnell prize for fiction, eligible apparently because Keneally used novelistic...
...MARCH begins. You are up front, with about 50 snapping cameras in your face. Bella Abzug is right behind you. Gloria Steinhem too. You join a chant: "We are Pro-choice," to the rhythm of "We are Penn State." Hundreds of people line the streets, clapping and cheering; a few look on, shaking their heads. An old woman stares right at you, as if in anger. Then she smiles, and raises her fists like Muhammud Ali. You smile back, and raise your fist, nearly dropping your end of the banner...
...decidedly homespun air, an array of professional singing and television stars held the throng's attention for three hours before the opposition candidates arrived. When Aquino and Laurel finally appeared, a cacophony of auto horns erupted, fireworks lighted the evening sky, and the crowd launched into a deafening welcome chant of "Cory! Cory! Cory...