Word: coffin
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Yale's opinion of the gift is mixed. The university chaplain, the Rev. William Sloane Coffin Jr., regards glossolalia as a genuine religious experience and as a natural way for students to gain "emotional release" from the tensions of college life. Another New Haven cleric rejects the phenomenon as "a gentlemanly fad." Students mostly take a dim view. "My grandmother had her Ouija board," says one. "My mother had her Bridey Murphy. Now they have this. It's all the same to me." The glossolalists expect skepticism, and respond with a rueful joke: "Maybe this is what...
...Lord Beaverbrook's Daily Express and more recently for the Daily Mail that his stiletto prose has dug deepest. Damned by producers as a "hired play assassin," he panned a musical by Playwright Wolf Mankowitz so savagely that Mankowitz led six girls into his office with an undersized coffin, saying: "This is the moment we have been waiting for-to send a midget coffin to a midget critic...
...fresh and easy, a personal feel. The songs are simple, and mostly they have a negative message." Writers who have the Aldon feel down pat can make $50,000 a year, tossing off 60 or so songs and counting on three or four hits among them. Gerry Coffin, the co-author of such works as The Loco-Motion and Go Away, Little Girl, is 23 and a master of teen feel. "Lyrics will hurt a song," he says, "if they're too adult, too artistic, too correct. You should shy away from anything deep or too happy. When...
...Coffins & Chases. At last, after losing his bride entirely in a series of aquatic misadventures, the bridegroom winds up wet and nearly naked at the desk of the hotel. The hotel manager, in sinister makeup, obviously represents Death. He has a key for the groom all right, the key he has been looking for all his life. The groom is told to lie down on a bench, and a coffin is built around him. When the manager and a lackey finish nailing it together, they carry it away, leaving the bridegroom lying dead on the bench, hands crossed...
Pentagon scientists, write Burdick-Wheeler, have reduced men to automatons. An underground missile base in Colorado gives the "sensation of entering an ingenious collective coffin," populated by swarms of ''emotional neuters, technicians of a greater terror taught to ignore the unalterable end of their work...