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...Soviet woman. Her space suit was embroidered with a snow-white dove, and she had had her hair done before blastoff. Once a tomboy, she now has an admitted weakness for spike heels, stylish clothes, and a perfume called Red Moscow. From space she radioed ground control: "Please tell Mamma not to worry." Once, when ground scientists lost contact with "Seagull" (Valya's orbital call name), they hastily ordered her cosmic companion in Vostok V, Lieut. Colonel Valery Feodorovich Bykovsky, to try and rouse her. "Sorry, I was having a snooze," apologized Valya...
...just like me." Leaving nothing to chance, Meixner also let air out of his tires to lower the car. Shortly after midnight, Meixner drove to the entrance of the frontier area, showed his Austrian passport to a guard, who waved him on to the customs officer. Bricks for Mamma. It was the time for action. Instead of pulling up at the customs shed, Meixner gunned his motor, skidded around the slalom barriers, and shot past the startled guard. Looming before him was that last bar. For one terrifying moment, it seemed too low to clear. But he had measured well...
Arthur Kopit, the young Harvard graduate whose play Oh Dad, Poor Dad, Mamma's Hung You in the Closet and I'm Feeling So Sad is one of off-Broadway's most durable current hits, once wrote a play called Aubade. But he is not the sort of fellow who would make that mistake twice. His middle period, when he was about 21 a few months back, was notable for a three-acter called On the Runway of Life You Never Know What's Coming Off Next, a play that unfortunately contained its entire essence...
...when it was first formed, and probably would have, had it not been for the cry-baby attitude of such countries as Australia, New Zealand, and my own Canada, who by now should surely be old enough to stand on their own feet, rather than continue to cling to Mamma's skirts...
...theatrical scene, including Shubert Alley's fearful fat cats, a healthy and creative shaking-up. Off-Broadway fostered the fresh and uninhibited talents of such playwrights as Edward Albee (The American Dream), Jack Richardson (Gallows Humor), Jack Gelber (The Connection) and Arthur Kopit (Oh Dad, Poor Dad, Mamma's Hung You in the Closet and I'm Feeling So Sad). Such playwrights as Shaw, Ibsen, Chekhov, Moliere, Pirandello and O'Casey -all banished from Broadway on the not unlikely ground that there isn't a theater party blockbuster in the lot-have been persistently tapped...