Word: leonards
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Harvard's chapter of the National Honor Society in Economics, Omicron Chi Epsilon, has elected Leonard Kopelman '63 of Leverett House and Brookline, its President...
Such mournful numbers have brought the American Medical Association and the Food and Drug Administration, often at loggerheads, into partnership. Meeting at a national congress on medical quackery in Washington, D.C., A.M.A. President Leonard W. Larson (TIME cover, July 7) and Health Secretary Abraham A. Ribicoff agreed that the public is vulnerable largely because it believes that quackery went out with the river boats and snake-oil peddlers, that it can't happen now. Instead, said Ribicoff, extravagant claims of earlier times have given way to "the illustrated brochure, the medicine-show extravaganza to the television commercial." Among...
...Died. Leonard ("Chico") Marx, 70, sly-smiling comedian whose fake Italian accent, trademark costume of velvet jacket and pointed hat, and pistol-finger piano playing backed his four younger brothers in their own brand of joyously irreverent comedy; of a heart attack; in Hollywood. In such Marx Brothers hits as Animal Crackers, A Night at the Opera and A Night in Casablanca, Chico convulsed fans with his deadpan translation of horn honks made by leering Brother Harpo, his wild-eyed pocket picking and shortchanging and his Chaplinesque penchant for attracting trouble...
...Latin heroine; Richard Beymer is winsome as the hero, and as a tan teen Tybalt and a nubile Nurse of anything but the usual Shakespearance, George Chakiris and Rita Moreno are strikingly slummy. On-screen as onstage, Stephen Sondheim's lyrics sting like a tongueful of tamales. Leonard Bernstein's music, as usual spinelessly eclectic, fails (as the whole film fails) to merge the moods of sweetness and blight; but it is often swell strutty stuff...
Mosaic's fiction this time is pretty weak. "Adoshem," a short story by Leonard Tushnet, could have been very funny; part whimsy, part science fiction, it is the story of a Kabalist Rabbi in Brooklyn who, searching for God's name, plays around with the magic number e=mc squared until he is struck by lightning. It isn't funny, because Tushnet patronizes the old Rabbi he has created and has a sentimental realist's way of describing things in too much detail. Better written is Daniel Eigerman's "Cirrhosis to Benefit by Gala," another short story; this...