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Much the same could be said of Armitage's own work. Barrel-bodied shapes such as his Standing Figure (see cut), with stiff, sticklike legs and doorknob heads, could have been dug out of a slag pile or found beneath Pompeii buried in volcanic ash. They represent a recent departure for Armitage, who since 1952 has moved away from his flat, screenlike groupings, created figures in the round that won him a $1,000 sculptor's award at this year's Venice Biennale...
...where they were, and for two of them-Gunsmoke, Have Gun, Will Travel-that means a cushy rating spot on the top of the Nielsen Rating's top ten. TV producers recognize a mother lode when they see one, and they have moved with mule-skinner determination to pile it even higher: by last week a nerve-shattering total of eleven new westerns was slogging along the TV trail. And no one was slogging with more enthusiasm than a tall, balding journeyman writer-producer named Frank Gruber, 54, who has hacked out more words, he claims, than any other...
...this latest Greene entertainment, the hero gets away with more than usual. He is Mr. Wormold, a middle-aged Englishman who has for years been the Havana representative of Phastkleaners, a vacuum-cleaner company. Just now he is pushing their new Atomic Pile Cleaner, and business is slow. Like many a Greene male, Wormold is physically unimpressive. He limps. His beautiful wife ran away with an American years before, leaving him with a beautiful daughter now 16. Without religious props himself, he is bringing up Milly as a strict Catholic just as he had promised her mother he would...
Presumably, Entry E's Hayden University serves as an alias for New Haven's gothic pile. Ed Bogard, a junior majoring in architecture, turns out to be the never-take-a-chance representative of our college generation...
...pubs emptied, fighting became general. Negroes and whites smashed bottles, grabbed up sticks and bricks and anything else handy. Said one woman: "They knocked me into a shop doorway, and I felt something sharp cut into my arm. My husband and his friend were on the ground with a pile of colored men on them. A taxi swerved onto the pavement and scattered the blackies. When my husband got up he was holding his back, and I saw there was a knife...