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...dispassionateness, thanks to its anthology form; we are to hear Khrushchev speak for himself. At the same time the commentary maintains an impression of scholarly research by expropriating recently published charts and opinions; it even feigns moderation by slipping from time to time into the academic pitter-patter of Harvard's own Russian Research Center. But let there be no mistake; in its heart of hearts Conquest Without War is a polemicist's handbook, motivated by the kind of simple-minded hatred that gave John Birch his distinctive charm and abandon...
...Desperado and a score of other Hollywood mellers, the land-rich scion of a long line of California Spanish dons (including an early Governor) who became an actor by choice, not necessity, was credited with persuading Fellow Vaudevillian Will Rogers to spice his previously silent lasso routine with Oklahoma patter; of cancer; in Santa Monica, Calif...
...whine of a power saw biting into the big trees; the drone of an airplane far overhead, the growl of a lumber truck on a steep grade, the small talk of tiny birds in the bushes, and the murmuring of a mountain stream. And at night: the goose-pimpling patter of rain on the canvas that wakes a child, the stark clarity of detail in the tent when lightning flashes, and the crack of thunder and its rolling echo around the lake shore...
Short and thick-bodied, the boys bounce in front of the mike on the toes of their elevator shoes. They open with a half-sung patter about how hard they have worked on the act and how glad they are to be there. Then they charge down among the first few tables and shake hands. Phillip recalls that when they were children on their father's ranch at Elko, Nev., "there wasn't much to do of a night except sit on the front porch and harmonize." They do, uncertainly, in husky voices that resemble each other...
...static. The Chorus has a good deal of pacing to do, which it does largely out of step not only with itself but with its words and Jeremy Johnston's admirable and elegant music. Part of this, admittedly, can't be their fault, for the music and the offensive patter of what must be bongo drums are all hollowly issuing from a tape somewhere in the ceiling; it would throw anyone off. The only remotely appealing sight during the choral odes is Gustav Solomons' dancing, which is interesting but seems entirely out of place...