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Over the years, the tragedy of Viet Nam has thrust onstage a variety of characters who strutted and fretted their hour and then virtually disappeared from sight. Among them: Bao Dai, the last Emperor of Viet Nam, forced to abdicate after World War II, resurrected by the French in 1947 as puppet Emperor of Viet Nam, went into exile in 1954 to a more lotophagous life on the French Riviera. Now 59, his majesty lives in France's Midi, still enjoys a playboy's existence and occasionally issues political pronouncements that are widely ignored...
...long in the tooth. At the top of this gallimaufry was the biggest flake of them all, Owner Finley, who carried his team round the country for years looking for a nice home before settling in Oakland. Finley personally leads the cheers in the stands like some mad Roman emperor...
...early fall breeze swept over Peking airport, lifting the first Rising Sun flag to fly there since 1945. As Japan's Premier Kakuei Tanaka stepped out of his DC-8, a Chinese band struck up the solemn Japanese anthem Kimigayo (The Reign of Our Emperor), then switched to the Communist Chinese anthem March of the Volunteers, the staccato marching song that Mao Tse-tung's Red Army sang during its wars with Emperor Hirohito's plundering troops in the 1930s and '40s. It was a moving beginning to a historic meeting that would end a century...
...have long cherished a desire to visit the United States and to meet and learn to know her people," Japan's Emperor Hirohito told United Press Correspondent Wilfred Fleisher in 1921. "I greatly regret that I am unable to carry out my wishes on this occasion, but since it is only a fortnight's trip from Japan to the United States, I hope it will only be a deferred pleasure." Hirohito's pleasure has been deferred for 51 years, but the trip is less formidable these days. So the Emperor, now 71, plans to accept President Nixon...
David Warner's lame, stuttering Claudius is ironical, resilient, self-deprecatingly witty and wistfully sad as he realizes that even an Emperor cannot restore freedom to a people who no longer desire it. This is Playwright John Mortimer's staunch salute to Robert Graves' novels I, Claudius and Claudius the God, but as drama it is a sloppy counterfeit...