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Some of the guests wept when a P.O.W. chorus sang a hymn composed by one of the prisoners: "We pledge unswerving faith and loyalty/ To our cause-America and thee." All were moved when a tiny flag was carried into the tent and placed in a position of honor on the stage. Laboriously made from threads plucked from prisoners' uniforms, the flag had been flown at night by men confined in the prison called the Hanoi Hilton...
...whimsy, and "American Tune" his cliche. His use of The Onward Brass Band on "Take Me to the Mardi Gras" is a piece of self-indulgent authenticity which is barely necessary. There is a beautifully sung lullaby, "St. Judy's Comet," not really a lullaby at all, rather a hymn to the father who rarely babysits, and actually one of those rolling hills, green fields country songs with throwaway guitar lines. "Was a Sunny Day" seems obligatory, cute and Caribbean in music and tone -- even the phrasing approaches the West Indian lilt -- but its salvation is that...
...Washington, D.C., they discussed trade and politics with Senator Hubert Humphrey (see cut), Congressman Wilbur Mills, representatives from the Administration and union officials. Eight days after its start, the official visit ended in Manhattan where, after meeting with TIME editors, the Japanese visitors rose to sing the hymn God Be with You till We Meet Again...
...TIME'S hymn of praise to Sir Georg Solti is in effect a rhapsodic tribute to the Chicago Symphony and to its master builder, Fritz Reiner. When Reiner arrived in Chicago in the early 1950s, the orchestra that had been shaped so nobly by Frederick ("Papa") Stock had fallen on hard times. Maestro Reiner changed all that. Reiner's method centered on perfectionism, brought out with elan and excitement, yet with an economy of baton flicking, writhing, bouncing or grimacing...
FISTS OF FURY is such a shambles that Five Fingers of Death, the other Chinese battle hymn to Kung Fu that is currently cleaning up in the U.S. (TIME, May 14), looks by comparison like The Seven Samurai. The fights, which are plentiful but somehow lackadaisical, are all generated by the disappearance of several brothers who work down at the icehouse, where envelopes of white powder are frozen in the middle of each cake. Pressed to explain this, the plant manager says guilelessly: "There's no profit in ice. In dope, plenty." The hero, Bruce Lee, may be furious...