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...Harris do my play." Nevertheless, with playwrights from Ben Hecht to Thornton Wilder, he imposed marathon revisions and usually ended by demanding a co-author credit and half the royalties. When he directed Arthur Miller's The Crucible in 1953, he responded to an out-of-town audience's calls for the author by going onstage and taking...
...shovel to dig with. By seeking convenience, reacting day-to-day. Boston's press ignores critical issues below the surface of the campaign. The city is defining itself. King is the first Black with a shot at the mayoralty in Boston's history. The papers cover endorsements by out-of-town mayors Andrew Young and Harold Washington. They report dutifully when candidates pledge to fight racism. But this is Boston, after all, with its historic racial tensions...
...takes and prints a finished picture in one minute, was about to go on sale in Manhattan, and R. H. Macy & Co. had wangled a month's exclusive department-store rights. At its wit's end, Gimbels stealthily bought up a stock of the cameras from out-of-town stores where Polaroid was running test sales, and put in a classy window display. But as soon as Gimbels put the cameras on sale (at $89.75), Macy's sent a flying squad of shoppers across the street and bought out most of Gimbels' stock. As Gimbels hastily...
Death of a Salesman (by Arthur Miller; produced by Kermit Bloomgarden & Walter Fried) had Broadway in a fever of excitement from the moment it drew out-of-town raves last month. Last week, on Broadway itself, it caused even greater excitement, drew even wilder raves-"superb," "majestic," "great," "a play to make history...
Considered in terms of manpower, this game must be a staggering investment of energy. Imagine as many men as there are street corners, each of them doggedly propositioning every one of an infinite succession of out-of-town women passing by. Or imagine Luxembourg Gardens, where white metal chairs sit in pairs around a vast stretch of pink and cobalt flowers, and the same men walk round and round the flowerbeds each evening in summer, sinking into deep earnest conversations with whichever women will sit still for them. Occasionally my curiosity got the better of my irritation and I tried...