Word: madness
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Mad dogs and Englishmen, Old Rudyard himself, and assorted fans of the esoteric dance, all absent Tuesday night from the new Boston Dance Theatre at 31 Hemmenway Street, would have reveled in "Music and Dances of India," brought to occidental footlights by Lakshimi Wana Singh. Those debutantes, patrons of the beaux arts, and bullied husbands of ripening patronesses who answered muster at the opening offering of the newly-formed Boston Dance Society felt slightly confused, like this reviewer, but on the whole pleased by this curtain raiser of the New Boston Dance Society...
...English version by Robert L. Joseph; produced by Richard W. Krakeur & Mr. Joseph, in association with Harry Brandt) is one of the most vitriolic plays ever written. A man who suffered from, quarreled with and hated women because he loved them, who felt perpetually persecuted and all but went mad, Swedish Playwright Strindberg wrote The Father as a testimonial to his first marriage. Conceived in loathing and dedicated to the proposition that all women are created evil, The Father, first produced in 1887, inspired a new theatrical naturalism...
...wife-in a deep sexual struggle for domination-malignly and methodically drives him insane. Her final ruse is to obsess him with the idea that he is not the father of their child. Strindberg is himself obsessed here, seeing all villainy in the world's wives, as the mad Lear saw it in the world's daughters. But if an unbalanced man, Strindberg was a far from impotent artist: he punctuated the play with flashes of insight and jabs of feeling...
...openly: the old men didn't dare risk being blackballed by the union; they were too near pension time. And a coal miner's wife in Cinderella, W. Va., who wrote a letter to the editor protesting that John Lewis was "far too old and power mad," had bricks and rocks thrown through the window of her company bungalow last week...
Forty-seven-year-old Dr. Semmelweis, professor of obstetrics at the Pesth Lying-in Hospital, knew that he was going mad. He had broken down in tears at a medical meeting; he had begun talking to himself in public places; his wife had already made arrangements to send him to an asylum. His circulars were a pathetic attempt to make the world understand the source of childbed fever before madness destroyed him. When all of them were distributed, he flung himself into the last gesture of his life. Rushing to the dissecting room of Pesth University, he slashed his fingers...