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Williams will replace Nancy E. Randolph, who left during the summer of 1984 to join the Council on Social Work Education, a Washington-based agency that acredits graduate programs in social work nationwide...
...that Jean Craig, the only woman defendant, did reconnaissance for the Berg shooting and that Bruce Carroll Pierce acted as triggerman. Ward also asserted that Order members received tax-free "salaries" of $20,000 annually and bonuses from crimes furthering Order goals. In response, Defense Attorney Fred Leatherman, representing Randolph Duey, called the proceeding "a political trial." Duey is charged with participating in the slaying last year of fellow Neo-Nazi Walter West, suspected by the Order of being an informer...
...autumn of 1913, and as the war clouds gather over Europe, a cross section of the English nobility gathers at Sir Randolph Nettleby's estate for a weekend's shoot. The symbolic correlation between the mass destruction of feathered innocents and the slaughter soon to ensue in France seems a little cruder onscreen than it did in Isabel Colegate's subtle novel of manners, as do the human dramas played out around the mansion. But as Sir Randolph, the late James Mason, whose last performance this was, is superb in his distracted eccentricity, especially in a scene with John Gielgud...
...when The Honeymooners was a continuing segment on Gleason's one-hour variety show for CBS. Ralph and Alice lived in that dingy two-room apartment on Chauncey Street even then, and their best friends were already their upstairs neighbors, Ed and Trixie Norton (Art Carney and Joyce Randolph). Unlike most other sitcom couples of the '50s, the Honeymooners were not middle class, but the working poor. Ralph earned $62 a week driving a bus; Norton worked, as he liked to say, as an engineer of subterranean sanitation--in the sewer system. Though Alice's quick mind would have enabled...
Despite the author's early myopia about wealth and poverty, her book is an astonishingly candid war diary of will vs. psychosis and despair. True, the record glistens with names: William Randolph Hearst, Constance Bennett, the Prince of Wales and, of course, a parade of Vanderbilts and Whitneys. But they are the literary equivalent of sequins on an evening dress. Once Upon a Time is no clothbound gossip column, and its heroine is not the triumphant lady of the commercials, with shiny eyes and fixed grin. She is the buried child of long, long ago, still eager to please, still...