Word: forlorned
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...first time in ten months, the Congo's fledgling Parliament reassembled last week in Lovanium University's handsome modern auditorium. Isolated from outside influences by an electrified barbed-wire fence, patrols of police dogs and Indian machine gunners of the U.N. force, the legislators made a forlorn stab at statesmanship. That it failed was largely the fault of two bedridden absentees: Red lining Antoine Gizenga, boss of Eastern province and heir apparent of Lumumba, and round-faced Moise Tshombe, President of the separatist state of Katanga...
Seeded a lowly eighth in what amounts to the world championship of amateur tennis, McKinley was considered America's sole hope to capture its first men's title in six years-and a forlorn hope at best. The last of the U.S. women was eliminated by the quarter-finals and, in a rare all-British final, dogged Angela Mortimer, 29, who has been after the title for nine years, edged towering (6 ft.) Christine Truman, 20, 4-6, 6-4, 7-5. But before long, McKinley, his thick thighs churning madly and his heavy torso twisting to reach...
...Late Late Pumpkin. Two longer fables are also memorable. The first is a Cinderella-and-tonic tale called Passionella, in which a forlorn chimney sweep named Ella sits by the TV set one night when her "friendly neighborhood godmother" turns her into Passionella, a gorgeous movie queen. But the spell works each day only between the first commercial of Huckleberry Hound and the last blab of the Late Late Show. The other playlet, George's Moon, is an astringent parable of faith, hope and hostility. George is a worried little man who lives alone on the moon, counting craters...
...cinematography in a Prell shampoo blurb was visual poetry as it showed, with crystalline acuity, each gob of goo sinking into each coil of hair. There was the pathos of Willy Loman in a Metrecal pitch called the Lonely Man (commercials have titles these days), which showed a forlorn, overweight figure trudging through Central Park on a cheerless winter day while a narrator spoke of blubber in tones of quiet reasonableness...
...some of the phrasing was forced and unconvincing. Joanna Bartlett '63 and Barbara Katz, as the daughters, sang with clean tone and general competence; their acting was less admirable: despite the efforts of director David S. Cole '63, the daughters (and, indeed, mother and son) often looked lost and forlorn on an empty stage...