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Winding up their 57-day trek (of 14,450 miles) about Australia, Queen Elizabeth II and the Duke of Edinburgh drove out into the countryside from the bustling city of Perth and ate a leisurely picnic lunch. Two days later, leaving in her wake the cacophonous cheers and steam whistles, the Gothic hove westward across the Indian Ocean, bound for the Cocos Islands and Ceylon...
...Post had promised to leave her when she died. Rhoda was seven then. Rhoda was a good student. In the old maids' school she tried earnestly to win the penmanship medal. When she lost it to another student, she snatched it from him at the annual school picnic, then shoved him off a dock and drowned him to cover the theft...
...says, "and I wanted to do it at La Scala." She found the music modern but not radical; it gave her a chance to move about the stage in the tigerish fashion that has made her the favorite Carmen at the Met. But mounting a world premiere is no picnic, even for the vaunted Scala. The first dress rehearsal was disastrous, and in the five days before opening night opera officials and the stage-wise Stevens staff toiled 20 hours at a stretch, revising everything from scenery to dramatic action...
...This Time of Year at All!, his "informal and unpremeditated autobiography," is a hunt over the old ground for neglected oddments of gossip and reminiscence. It contains many fine old chestnuts (such as George Moore describing William Butler Yeats as "looking like an umbrella forgotten at a picnic") and a few fresh ones (such as the same George Moore, affronted by a badly cooked omelette, summoning a policeman and saying sternly: "Go down and arrest [my cook] for obtaining money under false pretenses"). But most of the new material consists of Author Gogarty's telling a lot more stories...
...mother who achieves a boozy sublimation after the death of her jet-propelled offspring (Muriel Berkson), Jean Stapleton, a triumphantly fun-loving barmaid, and Martita Reid, a Mexican dowager of sufficient force to faze even indomitable Actress Anderson. Director José Quintero has caught some memorable vignettes: a beach picnic, as airily languid as the colored soap bubbles blown by a Mexican girl, and a muddled wedding party, alive with tears and frayed tempers. Oliver Smith's scenery and the music composed by the playwright's husband, Paul Bowles, are nicely in key with the disturbing childhood memories...