Word: quite
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Reform Institute-and over illegal land seizures. Castro gradually shifted most of Matos' army friends out of Camagiiey, then cut off the major's ammunition and supplies. Last week, when Fidel's Red-lining brother Raul took over as Minister of the Revolutionary Armed Forces, Matos quit in protest. "No one can talk to you on the Communism issue," he told Fidel in a final letter...
Senturia started originally as a pianist--but at the tender age of six, he quit "since I didn't like to practice." Five years later, he took up the oboe and developed great virtuosity, playing in the Woodrow Wilson High School orchestra and band, plus "a few college orchestras." For two summers, he occupied first oboe position at Interlachen, famed music camp in Michigan--"my love of music derived from my experience there"--and after his freshman year at Harvard, he attended the Eastman Conservatory for a summer. "I then had great doubts about the value of a University versus...
...work habits are abominable. He is busiest when the sky over the city is a grey suspicion of dawn, the hour when streetwalkers quit, grifters count their take, and busted junkies begin to jitter with the inside sweats. He is a loner, but his world is filled with friends. He knows the cop with the abused arches, the complaisant heiress, the slick saloon proprietor, the sick comic, the sullen stoolie who talks in the guarded whisper of cell block and exercise yard. He is furiously honest, but he can spot a rigged wheel with a sharper's skill...
...legs that makes it painful for him to move, partly by success -his 1956 book, The FBI Story, was a bestseller. But more important was a desire to go back home. He left the A.P. in 1956 to become the New York Herald Tribune's Washington bureau chief, quit in 1957 and toured the world gathering material for a book on international crime, finally realized that where he really wanted to be was back in Knoxville...
...pleads with the big Broadway producer to come down and catch his act, but the brute, who later confesses that he loathes all actors, gives him the brush. Meanwhile the hero's girl comes east, gets a job, persuades him to marry her, gets pregnant, begs him to quit the stage, loses hope and the baby, runs home to mother and gets a divorce. Grimly true to his art, the hero hangs on. And so it goes for an hour and three-quarters, through every possible vicissitude of a Broadway career-from Sorry, You're Not the Type...