Word: joking
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...women began crumpling to the ground, and others ran for cover. On the fourth floor of the tower building, Ph.D. Candidate Norma Barger, 23, heard the noises, looked out and saw six bodies sprawled grotesquely on the mall. At first she thought it was just a tasteless joke. "I expected the six to get up and walk away laughing." Then she saw the pavement splashed with blood, and more people falling. In the first 20 minutes, relying chiefly on the 6-mm. rifle with the scope but switching occasionally to the carbine and the .357 revolver, Whitman picked off most...
Nightingale had 250 buttons made at a cost of ten cents apiece, but he has given so many away, that the best he can hope for is to break even on them. He claims that the buttons are neither for profit nor snob appeal. "It's just a joke...
...Casual Joke. In Germany, the pictures stirred immediate suspicions. For one thing, the alleged Nazis sported shaggy locks, a grooming no genuine Hitler youth would approve of. For another, a girl wore a Nazi party arm band, a decoration never permitted the weaker sex. And there was a package of French cigarettes on the table. Whoever heard of a Nazi indulging a decadent French taste? Sensing a phony, Munich reporters soon smoked...
...they wanted to write a story on his shop. "I had absolutely no suspicion," said Breuer, "not the way they fooled around, laughing themselves silly while they took the photographs." Next, Munich police rounded up three youths who claimed that they had been talked into posing as a joke. Back in Paris, Paris Match Reporter Jean Taousson and Editor André Lacaze casually admitted the hoax. "The photos may imply stronger political ideas than those people really hold," Taousson explained lamely. "But in the article we did not say they were politically dangerous. We said they were nostalgic for Nazism...
Though the resemblance of Madness to Bondomania is otherwise superficial, Director Irvin Kershner savors the joke to excess. The rest of Elliott Baker's screenplay, adapted from his own 1964 novel and filmed with careful fidelity on the seedy side of Manhattan, is a fitfully funny satire based on a portrait of the artist as the natural enemy of all Establishment norms. This voguish half-truth worked well enough in book form, where nearly every character was a well-managed mass of lunatic impulses. In the movie, everyone seems to be racing against the threat of imminent condensation. Director...