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...decked out with jewels and bangles, is an ominously loyal Ftatateeta, Cleopatra's chief nurse. As the King's guardian Pothinus, potbellied Patrick Hines is admirably sly and nasty. Philip Bosco is the brusque and exuberant Roman officer at Caesar's side. Richard Woods, with the prescribed blue garb and drooping mustache, is hilarious as Caesar's English secretary Britannus; he is stuffily Macmillanesque as he spouts such things as Disraell's "peace with honor...
...ceremonial procedures evolved slowly, and gradually grew in number. For a long while now, the University Marshal has officially opened Commencement with the call, "Mr. Sheriff, pray give us order," which follows the end of the procession. The Sheriff of Middlesex will then rise in his blue colonial garb, strike the stage three times with the scabbard of his sword and announce in a sharp Boston accent, "The meeting will be in order...
...ceremony will be preceded by the traditional procession--in full academic garb--of the officers and Faculty of the University, deans, honorally degree candidates, and distinguished guests, led by the University Marshal, J. Hampden Robb '21, and the She riffs of Middlesex and Suffolk counties. Graduating seniors will line the route of the procession in front of University Hall and up to the entrance of Tercentenary Theater, in the new Yard. In case of rain, ceremonies will be held in Sanders Theater...
...looked more like cowboys-and-Indians, or maybe whoop-it-up day at the rodeo. But there in U.S.-style blue jeans was Princess Anne, 12, all set to watch Daddy play in a polo tournament at Windsor. By contrast, Queen Elizabeth, 37, scorning matched mother-and-daughter garb, looked uncommonly chic, as crisply turned out as any young matron of the Virginia horsy set. Both appeared less concerned with fashion than with Prince Philip's chances. No problem, though. His team won a smashing victory...
...British consul arrived from Boston and joined ranks at the head of a troop of Minute Men dressed in Revolutionary garb. "Odaaaah-HOO!" the leader cried; or at any rate, that was the gist of what he said. The consul snapped his heels together, standing tall, slim, wearing a proper bowler and a double-breasted navy pinstripe. British tailoring, you know, jacket rather shorter than American. Nipped in at the waist Righto...