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Here are all the pert buffoonery, sly satire, light irreverence of the Follies of yesteryear. Here, too, are the gay settings of Aline Bernstein, the devastating mimicry of Albert Carroll. "Cautious Cal" sits on a Vermont front porch industriously knitting and singing the praises of isolation. Indignant sex-actors revile District Attorney Banton and padlock censorship in gay lampoon. But over the whole proceedings hangs a dim pall of melancholy. For after the production runs its two weeks' course, the company will disband, the aspiring but indigent Neighborhood Playhouse closes its doors for the last time. Flatly dull...
There follow in rapid succession the Vale of Tempe, the summit of Parnassus, scaling the Acropolis at midnight, wooing the Maidens of the Porch by Attic moonlight, swimming the Hellespont, climbing Stromboli and Vesuvius, trying to swim from whirling Charybdis to rocky Scylla, singing "Funiculi, Funicula" in the Blue Grotto to an English girl with an Alice-blue Rolls-Royce, climbing Aetna, playing Ulysses ("handsome, heaven-sent Greek") to a 65-year-old bobbed grandmother's Calypso, and reading "The Return of Ulysses" at Ithaca, having completed what was begun, a trip in the wandering wake of Ulysses doing...
...knew so much about high explosives that he was often playful with them. One afternoon, while entertaining some friends at tea, he poured a few drops of liquid from the burner of the teapot into a vial, said: "Come out on the back porch and I will show you an experiment." Far out into the yard, he flung the vial. A terrific explosion ensued. In that vial, he explained to his friends, there was some nitro-glycerine...
...Macdonald, who died when Ishbel was 8. At last, Mr. Macdonald, who had concealed his destination from reporters as long as possible, was obliged to ask the way. With alacrity they told him, rushed ahead to plant the spiked tripods of their cinema cameras on the old Colonial porch of No. 8 Lowell Road...
...Gehring for cure have gone, in the past 32 years, lawyers, doctors, merchant chiefs-victims of overwork. At Dr. Gehring's they found comfort. He would set them to digging potatoes, or planting green peas, or swimming. Or he would let them sit quietly on his Androscoggin porch, looking into the blank distance until after many passive days the White Mountains took form in the patients' minds. They would begin to notice the roads, the buildings, the fences, the farm animals. When once more they found themselves aware of the world, alert to their surroundings, Dr. Gehring sent...