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...Hollow Threats. But strikes, and threats of strikes, carry less wallop than they used to as industry relies more and more on machines and finds itself overloaded with productive capacity. Strikers recently stayed out for six months at the big Climax Molybdenum mine in Colorado; but the company, using supervisory help and semiautomated gear, was able to produce up to 65% capacity. Even the worst strike of recent times made little dent in the company ledgers; in 1959, the year of the 116-day steel strike, steelmakers earned 7% more than...
Joining Mr. Barton in The Hollow Mockery are Mr. Max Adrian, who fancies he is amusing as an effeminate and disgusting ambassador of Henry VII; Miss Dorothy Tutin, who fancies she is an actress, and proceeds to read a sketch of the Kings of England by the fifteen-year-old Jane Austen as if it were the work of Baby Snooks; and Mr. Paul Hardwick, who is plain enough. Musical interludes are provided by Mr. James Walker, a harpsichordist,--Mr. Barton, luckily, seems to have been unable to devise a way of making the harpsichord funny--and by three gentlemen...
...Thoroughgoing tax reform requires two interlocking transformations in the minds of men. The great mass of citizens with low and moderate incomes, and the politicians and labor leaders who speak for them, must be willing to get rid of punitive rates. As sources of revenue, they are virtually hollow. In the present structure, all of the rates above 50% produce $900 million a year in revenue, less than 2% of the Treasury's total personal-income-tax take. The rates above 65% account for only about $250 million a year. The confiscatory rates are relics of past confusions and rancors...
...recital halls, young musicians, faceless behind their cellos, remained nameless, too, with no reviews to account for their work. Even debuts at the Metropolitan Opera or at Carnegie Hall seemed curiously hollow events. Years from now, the performers may well expect cold, unbelieving glances when they explain the empty page in their scrapbooks by saying that there was a newspaper strike that all-important night...
...ranges widely and perceptively over ideas and legend. It may light on the aging Admiral Christopher Columbus, appearing on deck in the darkest watch of night "hollow-eyed and crumpled, like a dry, wind-driven, scurrying leaf." Or on Diogenes: "His castle was an upended winevat by the gates of Corinth. Alexander the Great called on him there. All radiant, the Conqueror leaned down across the neck of his white charger, doffed his golden helmet and inquired what he might do for Diogenes. 'Move on,' Apollo's man suggested. 'You're in my light...