Word: fitness
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Back to Normalcy. Back of France's sudden fit of savagery was a longer-growing irritation with Tunisia's President Habib Bourguiba. Increasingly, France blames Bourguiba and his open support of Algeria's F.L.N. for its inability to crush the rebellion. The French have tried to seal off the 500-mile Tunisian border with heavy patrols and an electric fence. But Algerian recruits pour across it for intensive schooling in tactics at Tunisian-based training centers; trained men and equipment pour back to go into action in eastern Algeria...
...Confederacy's Rebel-yell finale. But The Union's alternately triumphant and melancholy Civil War music, again grouped by Conductor-Composer Richard Bales, stirs gallant ghosts and makes fine listening. The Grand Army starts off to war with a rousing quickstep, soon changes its tune to fit a war for which-as Historian Bruce Catton points out in an album essay-hardly any of the soldiers were prepared. The disillusion of the troops is powerfully clear in the campfire dirge, Tenting Tonight...
...activity, the U.S. light-plane industry thinks it has hardly started to climb. Surveys show that there are at least 150,000 potential customers who could gain by flying their own planes. The Civil Aeronautics Administration is already beginning to worry over how they will all fit into the crowded air. So far, the businessman's safety record is good, with only i.i fatal accidents per 100,000 aircraft hours v. a rate of .73 per 100,000 for scheduled airlines. Yet, as more and more planes go aloft in all weather, it may get to the point where...
...more difficult to chin the inflexible horizontal bar of manhood than do the dull louts whom he outshines in class but cannot outrun on the playground. At first sight, the problem seems ordinary. Should Clemente yield himself to the incitements of his wakening sexuality or keep himself a fit vessel of grace? As Soldati tells it, Clemente's sex proliferates through his veins like the roots of a tree under a marble pavement...
...play belonged to the women. As the perichole (half-breed bitch), Viveca Lindfors munched off the scenery with her "razor tongue" until the pox dulled her cutting edge and brought pathos to the role. Judith Anderson played the mad. fatuous marquesa in a style that would have fit nicely into a theater but came a little floridly into the living room. Yet both actresses gave the show its finest moment: a fateful mutual-humility act when the marquesa, in a weepy, alcoholic glow transferred her fierce love for her daughter to the peasant actress. Only Eva Le Gallienne...