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Justice-in-a-Jiffy. A short, stocky man, who presided over every kind of case, from the unsuccessful libel suit brought by Harold Laski against the paper that accused him of advocating violent revolution to the treason trial of Klaus Fuchs and the sensational cases of the "Chalk Pit Murder" and the "Vampire," he soon became known as the "Tiger." Green young barristers would sit up all night polishing their briefs before daring to appear before him in the morning and risk hearing him say, "Let's skip the rest and hear your last point, please." Even rich...
...opening night in Brussels, almost everything connected with the new opera seemed to have gone wrong. Less than a month before, Composer-Librettist-Director Gian Carlo Menotti was still frantically writing Act III when he put Act I into rehearsal. In the last hours he found that the orchestra pit in the U.S. Pavilion's theater looked all wrong, ordered it repainted dark brown. Belgium's Queen Elisabeth arrived for the premiere, had to be placed in a niche originally designed for spotlights, since the American theater had nothing like a royal box. About one-third...
Poitier), chained together at the wrist, are the only two to escape when a prison truck cracks up in a ditch. Linked but loathing, they stumble through swampland, nearly drown fording a river, nearly wrench their arms from their sockets clawing out of a deep clay pit. When they pause, it is not to rest but to spit forth their hatred. Telling Poitier why he is a "nigger," Curtis says: "It's like callin' a spade a spade. I'm a hunky. I don't try to argue out of it." Replies Actor Poitier: "You ever...
...Shown how a firm floor over the pit of personal disaster can be built without disregard for our heritage of self-reliance...
...conductor, the 1,695 hypnotized customers in the audience begin to slam their hands together in rhythm to the march. The music wells, and the actors turn, dip, twist and prance. The applause pounds on in martial time as, a-tatatatat, a-tatatatat, the music pours up from the pit and gilds the hall with shimmering sheets of brass. At last the house lights come on, and the customers shoulder their way to the door, hands burning and hearts still tingling with a rediscovery of a bygone Fourth of July-a time when the franks were...