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Advise and Consent. Equipped with an all-but-complete set of political chessmen, the shallow but suspenseful Broadway adaptation of the bestselling novel pushes rooks and pawns about with the greatest gusto...
Being equipped with an all but complete set of political chessmen, Advise and Consent pushes rooks and pawns about with the greatest gusto, keeps crying Check! with particular relish, and in the course of the evening makes almost every known move on the board. Now the opportunist wheedles, now the demagogue roars; now a responsible leader advises, now a deft misleader distorts. The nose puncher swaggers forward, the back stabber lies in wait; the party hack mumbles Yes, sir; the man above party shouts Never! In the play's high-stake memory test, wherein the nominee's years...
...damage considerably the otherwise first-rate impression of his performance and the slow movement was marred by inelegant, abrupt phrasing. Yet, despite these considerable draw-backs, I feel certain that Franko can, and will, do far better when he performs with a little less (but not too much less) gusto. The HRO accompanied their soloist fairly well, but without the elan that it later displayed in the Nocturnes...
...they spoke for Southern Baptism. There was, for instance, J. Frank Norris, a Fort Worth Baptist preacher ("the Texas tornado"), who killed a political foe by shooting him four times in the belly, was acquitted on "self-defense." H. L. Mencken's picture, done with his usual exaggerated gusto, was taken as real by many readers: "It became dangerous in the South to be intelligent . . . Every Baptist pastor became a neighborhood Pope . . . Every pastor was a chartered libertine, free to bawl nonsense without challenge . . . What the poor whites heard from the outside world they heard from the lips...
Last week Ike left his chair and charged into his first week of active politicking with the gusto of a veteran G.I. answering chow call. The week's high point came as a drumroll of applause beat up to the speaker's dais in Chicago's Conrad Hilton Hotel. Ike flashed a Nixon-Lodge badge as big as a butter plate, grinned mightily, pumped his arms skyward in the familiar big V for the benefit of 40,000 Republicans, linked at fund-raising dinners in 36 cities by closed circuit TV. Then well aware that Republicans were...