Word: hellings
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...quality of the first Scorpion is uneven, ranging from a what-the-hell-is-it piece called "Eight Days" to David Ansen's '67 readable and polished short story "And Baby Makes Three." Ansen's story is about plastic, formica, sensitivity, and sex in Southern California. Specifically, it is the story of three generations of women who are chronic losers at love. With excellent dialogue and good characterization, the piece moves along, jumping (not always smoothly) from one "great line" to the next. The reader is delighted to see the entertainment at a bar, consisting of a Mexican guitar troupe...
...value of open collective bargaining that caused the strike or is prolonging it. What is continuing the strike is the inability of the T.A., and the unwillingness of the TWU, to reach a compromise. As Douglas MacMahon, vice-president of the TWU, said, the strike could continue "until hell freezes over...
...knowledge that junior faculty stays at Harvard are likely to be short breeds a grudging sympathy with the senior men's position, even among the reformers themselves. "Hell," one said, "the senior people are the ones who have to live with the system after we leave...
...Them Guns!" Yet right down to the end of its existence, the corps produced memorable men and moments. Captain Bill McDonald was a white-haired curmudgeon who stood ready to "charge hell with a bucket of water." Once, accompanied by a lone Ranger, he actually did charge a barracks containing 20 armed and rioting U.S. soldiers, and forced them to "put up them guns!" Another time, when a citizens' committee called for a company of Rangers to quell a mob, Captain McDonald arrived alone. When the citizens protested that only one Ranger had been sent, he replied: "Well...
...business. With Ronald Bishop as Undershaft, Criss creates a tasteless cross between an absent-minded lecher and a greasy, loudmouthed American tycoon. Undershaft should be civilized; Criss makes him vulgar. He should be easy, going; but in this version he thunders every other word as if the fires of hell had engulfed the theatres on Washington Street and were reaching eagerly for the Charles. He should play the reserved, dignified husband, not the long-lost lover who wraps his arms around his wife's waist and snatches at her hands...