Word: clown
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...additional trophy, the Engelbert Award, was presented by Janicek's defensive mate, Eddie Rossi. Rossi said the Engelbert Award is given to the player "who is the town clown or whatever...to someone who's done something crazy." The trophy is mounted with a hockey player on roller skates. Recipient of the award was Carr, who quipped, "This is a heck of an award for a captain-elect." Rossi did not specify--perhaps in the interest of good taste--for what Carr got the award...
...will have the entire first act blocked except for the hip, hip, hoorays and the finale." Actors gasp Gratto then proceeds to demonstrate and describe the stage directions for act one in a rapid spiel that leaves most of the cast game but confused. Gratto is a natural clown, constantly mugging and cracking jokes; she is far more the ham than Krag is. Tonight, for the first time. Krag appears overshadowed, a little hesitant about giving out orders or reprimands...
...stocks and inflated currency. And The New Yorker has survived-no, flourished. The upstart has become an establishment, the iconoclast an institution. In his anniversary thesaurus of anecdotes, Here at The New Yorker (TIME, Feb. 24), Brendan Gill describes his 40-year career at the magazine as "playing the clown when the spirit of darkness has moved me and colliding with good times at every turn." It is a deceptive portrait of The New Yorker; like a shaving mirror, it gives only part of the picture. Once upon a magazine, The New Yorker gave its readers a passport...
Behind that painted grin and black button nose was Paul McCartney. Together with his wife Linda, 33, and their three children, Paul, 32, was enjoying Mardi Gras in New Orleans. Thoroughly disguised as a manic clown, he cavorted down St. Charles Avenue and watched the Rex parade. The McCartneys have been secluded in New Orleans since mid-January, and this was their coming-out party. Paul is also making a record album, using local jazz musicians. Linda plays along on the organ. Paul was so impressed by the festivities that he wrote a new song, My Carnival, for his album...
...mastery of the mysterious language of silence. A floppy puppet holding his heart and crying real tears, Panov shrugged his shoulders and, with a spineless collapse, fell to the floor in a human puddle. In that single movement he captured all the joy and anguish of the universal clown...