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Last November Lieut. Charles C. Anderson, 25-a hard-boiled career infantryman with a distinguished combat record-was court-martialed for brutal training methods. (When a man collapsed doing pushups, Anderson had a cross put in his mouth and said: "If he wanted to act like he was dead, I wanted him to look like he was dead.") Anderson was cashiered. Last week an Army Review Board upheld the court-martial, but rejected the sentence. It fined Infantryman Anderson $450, permitted him to stay in uniform. Ruled the board: "The circumstances found in the case of Anderson's action...
...first. But no audience ever entered more wholeheartedly into the spirit of a production. For the spectators were mental patients, and they were watching fellow patients enact a play about something they all felt intimately -the appearance of mental illness under unbearable strain. The play: The Caine Mutiny Court Martial...
...therapeutic technique of psychodrama (TIME, Jan. 24), patients act out their own experiences or roles related to them; in presenting Herman Wouk's Court Martial, the patients did the opposite: they had to adapt themselves, like any actors, to prefabricated roles. Remarkable was the fact that they chose the play themselves, without prompting from the hospital's recreation staff, and assigned most of the parts...
There were two parts in the Court Martial that no mental patient would play: those of Queeg himself and the judge advocate. They refused to play Queeg, explains Dr. Miller, because they feared that enacting a make-believe breakdown might cause a real breakdown: "They don't want to be identified with mental illness. They want to be normal." Neither would the patients tolerate a familiar, forbidding father-figure (such as Psychiatrist Miller himself) in the part of Queeg. Their choice fell on a "good father-figure": Chester Dowse, amiable chief of the hospital's special services department...
Leaders of the British Labor Party assembled as somberly as admirals summoned for a gold-braid court-martial. The time had come at last to deal with Aneurin Bevan, the vat-dyed black sheep, the unregenerate guerrilla of British Socialism. "He's had it this time," said one leader grimly. "Only a miracle of the fishes could save...