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...York, together with their dinner-jacketed producer, in an attempt to advertise a new and little noticed revue. A Brooklyn department store, unable to take out the usual full-page ads for its back-to-school sales, took to the skies instead, hiring five computer-assisted planes to cough out messages in white smoke. On Broadway, the Sept. 11 opening of Arthur Kopit's new play, Wings, was postponed until after the still uncertain reopening of New York's real-life version of The Front Page...
...journalist in a medium where economic news is usually relegated to some place between the weather forecast and the cough syrup ads. Wearing one of his Rukeyser Enterprises hats, the WSW moderator is a hot item on the lecture circuit, where he gives about 100 speeches a year, com mands a top fee (at least $4,000 per appearance) and is booked through next May. He also turns out a thrice-weekly column on politics and economics that appears in 170 newspapers, has written one bestseller (How to Make Money in Wall Street) and is preparing another book on economic...
...first, but now the couple cannot help being a bit anthropomorphic about what is their only child. They start the day by saying good morning to him. They keep a scrapbook of his press clippings. They worry about his delicate circuits the way parents worry about a nagging winter cough...
...third triumph is Robert Moberly's ludicrous yet piteous Sir Andrew, whose cough cannot conceal a basically pasty-faced visage. For him plant stalks are a snare, his nose a source of itching, he skin a meal for flies and mosquitoes. Moberly is amazingly inventive; he runs the risk of submerging Anddrew in a dictionary of shtick, but succeeds in making it all work. I do not recall ever seeing any of Shakespeare's peripheral comics played more engagingly...
...discussion; the Faculty were silent. Bok asked again if anyone cared to comment on the proposals. The Faculty remained silent. The grandfather clock in the corner resolutely ticked off the seconds, and the faces on the wall looked down. Bok asked one last time. There was a nervous cough from the back of the room and a teacup rattled against a saucer on someone's lap. The Faculty had nothing to say. Bok adjourned the meeting...