Word: joking
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...neon sign floats up from the stage, flashes on: SILENCE, it commands. The theatre-goers giggle nervously; Stoppard wants you to feel the tension. This is his show and you are the interloper here. The sign seems a smug reminder. The lights go up to reveal a harmless joke: the set is the public library in Zurich--I don't think you should talk during library hours, sir--especially if Mr. Joyce is over here up right center hard at work on Ulysses and Mr. Ulyanov is down left at work on revolution. But not to the public...
More difficult to deal with is the problem of bad taste. Humor that tries to squeeze laughs out of other peoples' misery in the snugness of a Harvard theater, among the comfortable familiarity of jokes about stocks and bonds and investment bankers is somehow worse than callous; along those lines, this show must be the worst since the last time Bob Hope played the Nixon White House. Sexism and class insularity shoves the show forward. "When father was alive we were so poor we used to get foreign aid from Bangladesh!" cracks an actor. 'Excellent joke!" screams the happiest spectator...
...been a half-joke in Washington that the longer a President stayed at his desk the worse our troubles became. In capital lore, late-night lights were synonymous with devotion-waiting for the boys to come home from their bombing runs over North Viet Nam; pondering the strategy for the opening to China; massaging recalcitrant Congressmen...
...Pontiac GTO with a Sako .308 rifle, four pistols and bandoleers of ammunition. Then he drove to the Neptune terminal two blocks away and parked outside the main entrance. "Somebody said that Freddie was outside putting on guns," a Neptune worker recalled later. "We thought it was a joke...
...Some joke. Wearing brown pants, a khaki shirt and a black beret with skull and crossbones decorating it, Cowan entered the building and confronted 20 men lounging inside. He shot two black employees, Frederick Holmes, 54, and Joseph Hicks, 59, through the chest at pointblank range-from a distance of only 2 ft. "Where is Bing?" Cowan demanded, as he strode into an adjoining drivers' room. There, James Green, 44, another black, tried to run and was gunned down. An Indian immigrant, Pariyarathu Varghese, 33, came running down a flight of steps and was murdered. Cowan put a pistol...