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Tasteless Tipoff. Dysautonomia was not recognized as a separate disease entity until 1949, when Dr. Conrad M. Riley described several New York City victims and it was hard to distinguish from other inherited defects. Then, at New York University Medical Center, Dr. Joseph Dancis and Dr. Alfred Smith found that dysautonomia had one unique feature: its victims lacked taste buds in the front and, in most cases, in the back of the tongue as well. This defect in taste buds signals defects in other parts of the nervous system...
Even more ambitious flight plans are now being polished for Commander Charles Conrad (command pilot) and Lieut. Commander Richard Gordon (pilot), who are scheduled to launch in Gemini 11 shortly after Labor Day. To be attempted...
...Conrad Susa's incidental music is mostly just a series of sound effects. When Caesar's ghost appears to Brutus, Tharon Musser's eerie lighting makes it quite unnecessary to add the off-stage roll on the cymbal. And must we have another crude cymbal roll when Brutus runs on his sword? As a background to the aura of death at Philippi, Susa has also introduced on the harp an ostinato pattern from the Dies irae plainchant, which recalls the identical ostinato near the end of Rachmaninoff's tone-poem Isle of the Dead. At any rate, I suspect that...
Richard Mathews makes a valiant attempt at the clown Feste, but it is folly to cast this role with anyone who is not also a singer, since he has several solo songs. Conrad Susa's music is a mishmash of styles. "O mistress mine," accompanied by bells, suffered from Mathews' inability to sing on pitch. At the opening performance he did better with "Come away, death," a quite lovely piece accompanied by two oboes and a harp. He is allowed to end the show as Shakespeare wrote it, singing "When that I was" all alone on stage. The lights...
...having a couple of short-order cooks come in at midnight to make omelettes for 50. The grand, slumbering old men's clubs have lost much of their importance or have taken on alarming new guises: New York City's refurbished Princeton Club, for instance, now evokes Conrad Hilton more than F. Scott Fitzgerald...