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They bear little resemblance to Mercury, the Roman god with the winged sandals, but they move with heroic speed. Clad in their red, white and blue polyester uniforms, the drivers for Domino's Pizza spring from their vehicles with cardboard cartons and sprint up the sidewalks of millions of U.S. homes. Customers often clock them to the second, since the 2,000-shop chain promises a discount if the pie takes longer than 30 minutes to arrive. To help drive home the point, Domino's sponsored a race car that finished fifth in the Indianapolis 500, with Al Unser...
...large body, clad in bullet belt and spiky hair came flying over my head. I ducked, but too late. A heavy black boot thudded into my avaitor metal-rim glasses, implanting an outline of the frames into my face and sending the glasses to an ignominious end beneath hundreds of other jackboots...
...Shaw, why did you give up piano?" No less than a million investment bankers recently posed this stinging question to a me clad in gray wool and white silk, clutching a pocketbook. (What's the difference between a purse and a pocketbook?) Here came the question which wrote itself into my resume and comes to challenge...
Their faces daubed with menacing black paint, soldiers fanned out through the busy streets of downtown Santiago. As armored vehicles and water cannons took up positions at strategic intersections, khaki-clad recruits with automatic weapons sealed off a 2-sq.-mi. area of shops, theaters and office buildings. Puzzled laborers on their way home from work looked on as angry students and union members materialized, taunting the military with their ritual battle cry, "He is going to fall!"--a reference to Chile's authoritarian leader, General Augusto Pinochet Ugarte. But then paramilitary police lobbed tear gas into the crowd...
...portrayal of the jealous composer Salieri in Amadeus. Each production in Chicago has showcased the two principals and three comparably talented colleagues, Greg Hicks, Eleanor Bron and Jonathan Hyde. The stand opened with The Duchess of Malfi in a faithfully Grand Guignol rendition of Webster's Jacobean tragedy. Actors clad in funereal black moved menacingly amid the stately but decaying gray palatial sets; virtually the only color was a frequent splash of blood. The ensemble followed with an energetic rendition of Chekhov's The Cherry Orchard...