Word: mr
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...afternoon one of the policemen was squatting down next to some bearded youth having a butt and rapping amiably while two others were getting a free lunch at the hot dog stand. Even when Mr. Moynihan (former editor of the Nickle Muse and not to be confused with Daniel Patrick) and a ladyfriend tried to levitate three uniformed officers by dancing barefoot around them in a little known American Indian ritual--they were tolerantly bemused...
...long coveted the stone, was forced to drop out. Winning bid: $305,000. The determined purchaser: Richard Burton, who sent his agents to snap it up for Wife Elizabeth Taylor because he fancies slipping a little love token on her finger now and again. Explained Burton's secretary: "Mr. Burton doesn't give presents for a special occasion. He gives presents because he likes giving them." Said Richard: "My little girl is ecstatically happy about getting...
...prance about the stage with a desk chair (the third in the trio) to some very fine Scarlatti. Squirming under the chair, carrying it, carrying each other, stomping heartily to the music, the bespecatcled Miss Golod (whoever heard of a ballerina wearing glasses?) and the scruffy, blue-jeaned Mr. Mansbach made flagrant nonsense of both the old Master and the art of dance. It was a daring, enjoyable piece, summarizing the evening's offerings with appealing honesty and not a little sarcasm...
...great mahogany doors of the House Ways and Means Committee flew open, and a dozen Senators and Representatives shouldered their way through the newsmen outside. None of them would say what had transpired. That was up to the potentate whose name Mr. Mills is affixed in gold block lettering on the chamber's entrance...
...Paul Tracey, the brothers who started the whole thing as a last-minute fill-in for a vacant slot at a Johannesburg theatre, play the show as if they had never seen it before. Equally enthusiastic is Kendrew Lascelles, the chief comic, who also devised some of the choreography. Mr. Lascelles, periodically strolling on stage wearing a floor-length black coat and carrying a tuba that he cannot play, looks like a banana waiting to be peeled. He also has a way of bunching up his entire torso into his breast, a trick he's likely to pull anytime, anywhere...