Word: hotly
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Barely audible cries and the muffled thudding of fists came from a rented truck parked beneath a pitiless sun in San Antonio, Texas. Summoned to in vestigate, police smashed the truck's locked back door, peered inside and recoiled. Crammed into the airless, oven-hot space were 47 Mexican laborers. One was dead, two dying. Fifteen others had to be hospitalized for heat prostration. The truck driver had fled. For the hapless Mexicans, it was the end of a dream of jobs in Chicago as illegal wetback immigrants. Each had paid 1,250 pesos ($100) to be brought into...
Mention should be made of Michael Bennett's fast and loose choreography, particularly the sardine-can motif with which he conjures up a Second Avenue bar, of Robin Wagner's sensible sets, of Jonathan Tunick's really hot orchestrations, and of Robert Moore's uncommanding but attractive direction. Mention must be made of Marian Mercer, who in a small part does the best musical-comedy drunk in memory...
...these deaths must be charged to the SDS." (I am aware that last spring's Easter riots were precipitated by the brutal attack on Rudi Dutschke, but the death of two innocent people hardly aided Dutschke's cause.) Of course German policemen have been brutal, but even the most hot-eyed disciples of Herr Herbert Marcuse can hardly believe that they throw stones. One further "accomplishment" out of many. From May 27-31 SDS-led "students" occupied the Germanic Seminar of the Free University of Berlin. I saw and smelled, all too vividly, the results of this liberation. (There...
...layout, it is remarkably like Life, and its insipid color photographs of nature's wonders are a fine exaggeration of Life's tendencies in that direction. While not much of the copy is consistently funny, the essay on the mobile heart transplant team that plucks 'em while they're hot from accident victims whose eyes are closed is an excellent...
...Tommies under his command is hot-tempered, brawling Gunner Danny O'Rourke, who defies ennui not with ambition but with fury. Nicol Williamson portrays O'Rourke as a sardonic, 20th century Ahab, ever raging against a malevolent creation. He sees barracks boredom as proof that God mocks man's aspirations, a daily confirmation of the absurdity of it all. Infuriated by Evans' platitudes, O'Rourke responds by plunging his fist into a stove and slowly squeezing the heat out of a burning coal...