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...playing Ravenal's score with remarkable precision. The music caught the moods and feelings of the players throughout the first act. Composed by Ravenal and arranged by her with Pat Powers and Michael Schubert, it flowed from standard pop to jazz to a wonderful Carpenters imitation in the song "Mister Ivy," a song of passionate yearning in which Patti's quest comrades. (Ravenal also demonstrates her knack for a turn of phrase when Patti describes the most meaningful experience in her life--teaching an orphan to swim while getting 780/810 board scores...
...issue is now tangled with national pride. In Mexico City last week, leftists were urging Lopez Portillo not to back down during his talks with Carter. Advised Gaston Garcia Cantu in the magazine iSiempre!: "The saddest destiny awaits those on whom the Americans bestow the dubious title 'Mister Amigo.' " Several thousand students demonstrated in Independence Plaza, carrying anti-Carter placards and chanting "iFuera...
...maybe 11 or 12 years old, peered around wide-eyed. This was his first Harvard football game. Things seemed so strange, and Mister Rogers was not on hand with the answers. Maybe the man, who served also as his father, could explain this sudden onrush of the bizarre...
...home in suburban Bloomfield Hills, and is active in Detroit area civic and charitable groups. He likes jazz and Big Band music, but has no hobbies. His close friends tend to come from outside the auto industry, and he has made a point of avoiding the social circles of "Mister Ford," as lacocca and other Ford executives respectfully call their ruler. lacocca once explained, "I don't want to be fired for something I said to Mister Ford over drinks at the 21 Club...
...MISTER?" abroad black face inquires, and your eyes follow his extended hand to a junkyard-special '67 Chevy that is obviously suffering in the heat. Whatever color it may have been originally, time has faded it to a sort of nondescript grey. You start to move, then remember--it's not yellow, it has no medallion form the Taxi Commission, it's a gypsie cab. A hundred newspaper headlines fire the peculiar sort of panic that only the truly paranoid feel. The visions of being driven to some out-of-the-way alley, held up and perhaps shot by this...