Word: dears
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...been a favorite squatting ground for nomadic Somali tribesmen, who herd their camels and goats back and forth across the Horn of Africa without heed to national borders. Fiercely independent, the illiterate Moslem tribesmen fight savagely among themselves for grazing land, for this is the possession they hold most dear. A proud people, tall, lithe' and fine-featured, the Somalis are Hamitic in origin, descended in part from 7th century Arabs who crossed into Africa from Yemen. Forever vain about their heritage, they are also accustomed to having their...
...ninth act, Sam has died, and Nina sinks gratefully into a twilight-sleepy love offered by "dear old Charlie" Marsden (William Prince), a desexed lap dog who has trotted devotedly in Nina's shadow since she was a girl. Obviously, O'Neill thought that his characters had richly exhausted life, but the prevailing impression left by the play is that life has thoroughly exhausted them...
Enter Laughing, by Joseph Stein. Jewish family situation comedies come to Broadway more often than the swallows go back to Capistrano. Separating the dramatic merits and demerits of a Seidman and Son from a Dear Me, the Sky Is Falling is a lot like fingerprinting a Siamese twin. If Enter Laughing is a tiny cut above the breed, it is because Playwright Stein, who adapted his comedy from the autobiographical novel of TV Comedian Carl Reiner, retains stubborn, slightly awkward traces of honest observation. He knows that the immigrant family walks on American soil hopefully, but always with the small...
...Tough when she had to be. Mother Seton fought priestly superiors who crossed her path, alternately teased and bullyragged her two sons. When one of her nuns failed to receive Communion because she had broken her fast with a cup of coffee. Mother Seton showed little sympathy. "Ah, my dear," she said, "how could you sell your God for a miserable cup of coffee...