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When the first edition of the Denver Post reached Editorial Page Editor Mort Stern's desk one day last week, Stern opened it to the editorial page. After one horrified look, he sped a Stern command to the composing room. Two hours later, when the Post's second edition hit the streets, the work of Editorial Cartoonist Paul Conrad was gone...
...convinced that people will laugh at almost anything Mort Sahl says. He comes out on stage in non-descript pants and a yellow cardigan sweater, and there he is:... MORT' SAHL, devastating critic of our times, about whom everyone has read so much, in Time magazine. He stands for a minute, scratches his head, gestures erratically once or twice, and then he's off, saying funny things about politics and the situation of the world. He has a marvelous stage presence, an easy stance, an endearing nervousness and an odd tone of voice, which makes otherwise pallid remarks assume...
...Mort Sahl is considered a critic--and yet people were laughing, I think, not so much because they heard what they didn't expect and what made them uncomfortable--but rather because they heard precisely what they knew they were going to hear, precisely what they wanted to hear, and precisely what they have eagerly believed to be true for some time...
...after all, what can one expect? Here is Mort Sahl, critic, in Symphony Hall, one of the most exalted products of years of pleasant and successful conformity. He has left the dingy purlieus of the hungry i, and has had to pay the price. He has had his grimacing image on the cover of Time; he has performed...
...Mort Sahl says many things which, when read by themselves, (in Time magazine or the CRIMSON) are exceedingly funny. It takes a visit to one of his shows to perceive just how tame Sahl really is--and to realize that his "refreshing young voice" is actually uttering the same banalities that have been floating around us, available at bargain prices for some years...