Word: gardened
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...while "there may not have been a Harvard theater there was always Harvard drama." He noted that although a number of productions were based only on "two boards and a passion," the underlying enthusiasm and the construction of the Loeb Drama Center, has finally led to stability. "Even the garden of Eden had snakes," he concluded...
Beyond Duty. Proving that his devotion to party extends far beyond any sense of mere duty, Johnson sat through the show again two nights later with 16,000 Democrats in Manhattan's Madison Square Garden. He also attended $1,000-a-plate dinners at Washington's International Inn and Manhattan's New York Hilton, a $100-a-plate dinner in Manhattan's Americana Hotel. The five affairs stuffed the party's 1964 campaign wallet with some $2.5 million...
Double the Fun. The old entrance, known by its Arp-like curving marquee that tried to turn the facade toward Fifth Avenue, is now a wide breezeway through to the garden. To the east of it, Architect Philip Johnson, once the museum's director of architecture and design, has built a new wing with a facade of muscular steel beams framing huge plates of glass from sidewalk to roof (a similar wing will eventually be built to the west). Inside, the doubly expanded museum seems more than doubly competent to its task. Extra room lets it show...
...Claes Oldenburg's plaster hamburgers, which the museum-swallowing hard but still proud of being first-says it bought before anyone else got the hunger. Of the museum's 1,800 paintings and sculptures, some 550 are on view, more than double the previous number. The sculpture garden grew to three-fourths of an acre, where weeping beeches hang over a raised level roofing on top of a 60-ft. by 75-ft. exhibition hall. Among the garden's weightier new residents are Herbert Ferber's jangle-in-a-box Homage to Piranesi I and Alexander...
...sure instinct for the nonessential. In this version, Governess Kerr and Butler Mills are obviously made for each other and for a formula fadeout. The younger Mills, abrim with mental health and ebullient spirits and thus strikingly miscast, suggests that she alone knows what it is that makes this Garden grow. Potash? Peat moss? Lime? No, just gobs and gobs of Pollyannalysis, laid on with a silver trowel...