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Minutes later we heard the drone of propeller engines coming from the west and north. Overhead we saw American-built transports dropping squad after squad of paratroopers. The brown parachutes stood out brightly against the clear blue morning sky as the troopers dropped gracefully onto the plain north of Nicosia. As soon as they hit ground, they began to assemble and move out. Whenever they encountered Turkish Cypriots, the paratroopers were wildly cheered...
...Cooder and Leon Redbone. The usual reviews of Ry Cooder's concerts have differed mainly as to whether he is the best white blues guitarist or potentially the best white blues guitarist. If you like barroom-type songs done in a monotonous drone, you'll like Leon Redbone also. Saturday, April 27 at sanders Theater...
...trying to put across existential banality there's no reason to sacrifice style, but Ashby does. The prison-to-prison closedness of the action seemed to make the moviemakers shove messy details into the inbetween rather than shape new levels of meaning or regulate the rhythm. "Significant" background voices drone constantly, the Anchors Aweigh music is dopey-ironic, and there's an unnecessary and facile glimpse of the kid's mother's room in some tacky New Jersey somewhere--strewn with bottles...
Along the Suez Canal there were ripples of unrest. The Israelis complained to UNEF that Egyptian troop advances were taking place along the western shore of the Great Bitter Lake, threatening Israeli supply lines. Later they announced that Egyptian missiles had shot down a pilotless Israeli drone plane on a reconnaissance flight over the canal. But at Geneva both sides still seemed eager to put an optimistic face on their negotiations. At week's end they announced that they had reached "consensus on some principles of disengagement." If they can reach an agreement on this critical problem within...
...that we all need it and we are not getting it. The past decade is littered with the wreckage of previously successful magazines: Look, Life, The Reporter, even The Saturday Evening Post. None of them were very good but they at least provided some antidote to the relentless drone of television; they at least marked out a conception of the world less fleeting than a half hour of network news sandwiched between vapid and escapist situation comedies and cop shows. Now they are gone, and we are left with a choice among Walter Cronkite, Time magazine and the local newspaper...