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...demoralizing. Said the mayor of Toledo: "I have seen thousands of these defeated, discouraged, hopeless men and women cringing and fawning as they come to ask for public aid." Entirely different from Hopkins' organization in purpose and style was the Public Works Administration, operated by Harold Ickes, the cigar-waving and curmudgeonly Secretary of the Interior, who was determined to make every dollar produce an honest dollar's worth of Government building. He refused, he said, "to hire grown men to chase tumbleweeds on windy days." In six years Ickes spent $6 billion and created, among other things...
Take the group of veteran nightclub comics and entertainers who turned out at the Hillcrest Country Club for Comedian Danny Thomas' 70th birthday. Please. Making room for Danny in the picture (he is front row center, with a cigar and red pocket handkerchief) are: (top row) Milton Berle, 73, Don Rickles, 55, Steve Landesberg (partially hidden), 36, Bob Newhart, 52, Morey Amsterdam, 67, Bob Hope, 78, Art Linkletter, 69, Jack Carter, 58, Joey Bishop, 63, Phyllis Diller, 64, Carl Reiner, 59, Sid Caesar, 59;(front row) Jan Murray, 64, George Burns, 85, Danny, Red Buttons, 62, Steve Lawrence...
...plunges a knife into the kneeling woman's back as if he were an executioner doing his job. For her part, Carmen is an even more explicitly sexual creature than she is usually portrayed. She sings the famous Habanera while engaging in some erotic byplay with a cigar, thrusting it into Don José's mouth at the words "L'amour, I 'amour. " In its total bleakness this is Carmen seen by a man familiar with Alban Berg's operas Wozzeck and Lulu, twin 20th century masterpieces of love, alienation and despair. The production also...
...recent review of the three plays at the American Premiere Stage, David B. Edelstein characterized "John Simon and his less literate disciples" as the "cigar-in-the-elevator" school of criticism. Since this tobaccical trope was coined by none other than yours truly in a piece I wrote for the Boston Phoenix earlier this year, I can only conclude that Mr. Edelstein sees me as another of these "less literate disciples" of Mr. Simon's. I would readily admit to being less literate than Mr. Simon; as to being a follower of his, I would respectfully demur. But does...
...notoriously short-sighted, more concerned with writing funny, energetic pans than with gauging a company's potential for growth or assessing the future of theatre in the region. It's a matter of attitude: for John Simon and his less literate disciples, a bad work of art is a cigar in an elevator, an affront that must be answered in kind. In Great Britain, on the other hand, a serious artist may fail, have his work taken apart, and still be treated civilly by critics and audiences: there is a middle ground between shutting one's eyes to the deficiencies...