Word: paled
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Thora suffered in silence. But recently fiftyish Understudy Erica O'Foyle had to go on for her. Like many another understudy in her big moment, Erica was nervous, but she did fine for two acts. Then she put on the bewitched jacket and started the third. She went pale, choked and forgot her lines. "My throat went suddenly dry," she explained weakly after the curtain finally came down. "I felt a great hand clutching me from behind. It was horrible." She indignantly denied any suggestion that the trouble might have stemmed from her nerves-or her imagination...
Albert Borowitz, as Pygropolynices, the soldier whose amorous conquests pale before his last defeat, plays his role with a flair that is truly laugh-provoking. Swishing his sword about, gazing at himself in his mirror--which he continually carries about with him--he plays the title role with great gusto. He enjoys it himself, and certainly last night's audience did. John Rexine plays the old gentleman of Ephesus, Periplectomenus, naturally and well and George Mulhern gives a fine performance as a slave through whose agency the true lovers are reunited and the warrior disgraced. The real show-stopper...
...Easter Monday 33 years ago a pale, impassioned schoolmaster named Patrick Pearse marched out of the door of Dublin's General Post Office, hauled a flag of green, white and orange to the peak of the flagpole and in a ringing voice hurled a challenge at his British overlords: "Supported by her exiled children in America and by gallant allies in Europe ... Ireland strikes in full confidence of victory . . . We hereby proclaim the Irish Republic as a Sovereign Independent State...
...headquarters in Transport House began to worry. Worry soon turned into panic. By 4 p.m., Labor ran one seat ahead of the Conservatives. Only South London's staunchly Socialist Clapham had not been heard from. At 4:01 the phone rang. The party worker who answered it turned pale. "Clapham's gone!" he cried...
...Buddhist monk, leaning over a balcony in red-walled, pagoda-roofed Chi Ming (Temple of the Crowing Cock), nods his head down the mountainside toward Lotus Lake. "The willow trees," he says, "are very beautiful this year, but no one seems to care." The willows are blossoming with delicate, pale-green traceries. Peach and cherry blossoms are out, too. Along the top of the crenelated wall that surrounds the city, daisies, pansies and violets bloom. But few notice them in this unhappy spring...