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...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...
...pieces" that appear in the front of the magazine, the writing shows a distinctive humor, low-key and urbane, that seems to float effortlessly above all that is encumbered and earth-bound. "How easy I have found it," Gill writes, "to rush pell-mell through the world, playing the clown when the spirit of darkness has moved me, and colliding with good times at every turn." It's as if he has lived his life in New Yorker style, a life with a few muted sorrows but on the whole transparent and unruffled...