Word: headful
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Franco's police, on special alert to head off the strike, arrested the Reds' mystery man, one "Jimenez Lara," on one of his underground trips into Spain. Most of the other 150 alleged "underground leaders" rounded up before the general strike were, however, non-Communist and Roman Catholic moderates who, though opposed to Franco, seek to disprove Franco's favorite propaganda line-"Either Franco or the Communists...
Tall, russet-haired, regal of bearing, Ethel spoke to all ages. Her elders admired her art; her pre-World War I contemporaries copied her manner of speech, the way she walked, even the proud tilt of her head.. She belonged not to Broadway or to Hollywood, but to the country. For Ethel Barrymore became a star in an era when no star stayed put. A few months in Manhattan were always followed by tours to other cities-and all were equally important...
...hunters. In the absence of their preferred prey, ravenous British foxes turned to moles, rats, blackberries and garbage cans. They lost the stamina they used to build up chasing rabbits, no longer led hunters off on the long, steady chases of old. Instead, they developed a tendency to head for the nearest suburb, leaving hunters embarrassedly clattering through backyards and garbage dumps. Another curious side effect: British buzzards, deprived of protein once obtained from rabbit carrion, suffered loss of fertility...
Stanley Jay is drolly Pickwickian as the head-borough Verges. But Ralph Drischell has extracted little of the meat from the self-inflated, malapropistic Dogberry. Robert Evans fails to convey the villainy of Don John, who openly proclaims his evilness several times to the audience; he is nothing worse than childishly petulant. John Brockington's friar also needs more work...
...abhorrent. "But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks?" As Juliet turns on her bedroom light, the odylic moment is underlined by some light tracery on a flute. Juliet appears in a white nightgown, sinks on her knees, spreads her elbows on the balcony to support her head, and lets the light catch her soft, blond tresses--all girlishly, but never awkwardly. The rest of the scene is magic. As Easton plays it, he works himself up until he all but shouts, "And thou but love me, let them find me here!" At this instant, like...