Word: evenness
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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PRINCETON-YALE: This is like pitting Captain Hook versus Tinkerbell-Tinkerbell without wings even. Yale's been faking it most of the way, and since I originally picked the Elis to finish seventh, they've got to start doing some heavy losing pronto. The Tigers are without Brian McCullough today, but there are some top boys behind him, so it shouldn't be a crucial setback. When he sang his autobiography. "Tiger." Fabian wasn't convincing. But Princeton plays the part well. Too much for the Big Blue. Perhaps...
...ready to plug up some of those big holes again. Yovicsin said last Saturday to the press. "We're not a real good football team. I'm sure you fellows know that. "Well, today he and his boys go to Providence with reasonable hopes of bringing back an even record. Look, Sec Joe throw. Brown's had a disappointing year, and if the Bruins expect a letup today, they might as well expect Patches to be washed up on the bank of the river down by the coal mine-alive...
...SECOND episode's equally long tracks begin to place dark foreground objects before the characters, creating a more typical Ophuls space, even as we move from a light comedy (the soldier and the whore) toward more serious affairs. The third is a brilliantly played will-he-or-won't-he-fall skit, full of characters walking to and from each other through luxurious rooms, and using astounding angled shots and hard cuts. The fourth episode involves us in a more deeply felt assignation-and so the drama proceeds. Walbrook's appearances becoming rarer and shorter...
...responded to him; no one in the White House responded to the 40,000 names shouted. We could not see the White House even though we passed along Pennsylvania Avenue a stone's throw away (had we dared). We couldn't see because of enormous, blinding lights set up so we couldn't see to throw. We could only see the guards in the gatehouses along the fence...
...thin, symbolic line spreads through a city of false fronts. Washington is supposed to be a city of beauty, but Friday morning it was a horror city of despair and fear. Not even a terrible beauty had been born...