Word: nighting
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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From the first dance scene in which the Follies Girls make their grand entrance, wearing striking red-sequined costumes highlighting their vivacity, to the full company dancing-and-singing numbers "Girls Enter Nevada," "Slap that Bass," "Tonight's the Night," "I got Rhythm," "The Real American Folk Song," and the Finale, the audience can be assured seamless choreography paralleled by impeccable singing. Choreographer Kimberlee Garris ??, co-captain of the Crimson Dance Team, has put together routines that are not only perfectly executed by the dancers, but truly original; one of the best parts of the show is during a musical...
...Saturday night, the World Wresting Alliance - they're the cheesy, third-string ones - came to the Fort Jackson Community Center for a Bob-Hope style troop show. Those who came got a bellyful of junk food and a lineup bristling with both has-beens (Honky Tonk Man, Doink the Clown, the latest incarnation of The Patriot, if you follow that sort of thing) and never-will...
...when the powers that be pitted a triangle-chested, all-American black guy, "Night Stick" (very much in the NCO mold here), against "Yugoslavia," a balding, grubby, stringy-haired villain waving a Yugoslav flag, that cynical side pushed to the fore. Did that country need any more punishment, symbolic or otherwise? I thought not, and amid the thunderous "U-S-A" chants I found myself cackling uproariously - and even flashed a passable Serb salute for a few seconds before getting scared and holstering...
Surprise! It was the American in a close one, and by the end of it all, "Night Stick" had sent the Serb stand-in running peevishly out of the arena...
...PAST DISPATCHES He's in the Army Now. Well, Almost... Sgt. Bilko Was Much More Fun Than These Guys Hey! These Sweat Suits Aren't Camouflaged! Yes, Sergeant - It Is Night and I Am Jogging These Boots Weren't Made for Marching Learning to Swallow the Big D - Discipline Just in Case You Run Out of Bullets... When Private Is the Last Thing You Can Be Ah, the Smell of Tear Gas in the Morning