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...current production, Gilbert's burlesque of late 19th-century melodrama is presented all but dead-pan by actors nearly as immobile as the lectern-bound participants in a dramatic reading. Having abandoned all but the most incidental attempts to give character to his leads or to fortify the humor of the text with sight gags, Paul G. Cooper reduces himself from a director to a variety of quartermaster. His sole purpose and accomplishment is to deliver the proper number of actors to any part of the stage which will accommodate them, in time for the musical numbers. No 18th-century...
CONSIDER his image. On the platform, his head barely rises above the bulletproof lectern he takes with him everywhere. On the TV screen, he comes over as a cross between Flem Snopes and Huey Long. An uninspired orator, with a set, almost unvarying speech, he seems intentionally to mangle his syntax and mispronounce words. Yet he is the only presidential candidate in the fall of 1968 who could be called charismatic...
...South Carolina) are from Alabama. A weekly-newspaper editor from York, Smith gives a brief, effective warm-up talk, while Wallace girls, dressed in dark skirts and white blouses, pass up the aisles with yellow contribution buckets. When Smith and the girls are finished, Wallace marches up to the lectern...
...TIME and Albert Shanker [Sept. 20] for telling us what is wrong with our public schools: "You walk into a classroom and you see the same teacher and the same blackboard you saw 20 years ago." Does this also apply to the same Professor Kittredge at the same old lectern at Harvard or to the same Professor Baker at the same old drama workshop at Yale in years past? When should a teacher be thrown on the scrap heap? Speaking as a teacher who is standing at the same old blackboard for the ninth year, and who has spent...
...first mellow chords rippled from the organ and piano, Aretha stepped out of the robed choir that was massed on tiers behind the altar. Moving in front of a lectern, she closed her eyes and sang: "Precious Lord, take my hand ..." The congregation nodded or swayed gently in their seats. "Sing it!" they cried, clapping hands. "Amen, amen!" Her melodic lines curved out in steadily rising arcs as she let her spirit dictate variations on the lyrics, finally straining upward in pure soul...