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...show, with her infectious Midwesternisms ("Wouldn't you just know that would happen, just honestly"). Fran was so taken by the satiric little land of make-believe that she never could bear to watch the puppets being shut away in their box. Last week, as sad Kuklapolitans and sadder viewers said goodbye to a show that was simple, scriptless, sketchily rehearsed and never tied by contracts. Tillstrom said: "It endured on one principle -love. I hope it doesn't sound too holy. But we loved our audience, and they loved us. It was just a big love affair...
...universities in Poland, none is held in higher esteem among true scholars-and none is in a sadder state of repair-than the Catholic University of Lublin. Its run-down main building still bears the pockmarks left by World War II shells. Its students live five to a room, and the thin stew they get for lunch could well stand more meat. But as all Poles know, there is one thing that Lublin has in abundance. "Throughout all the difficult years." says the rector, Father Marian Rechowicz, "we survived on spirit...
...sadder Thursday night salon but no less alcoholic is that of the Patriarch Justinian. Once defrocked for adultery and alcoholism, the 56-year-old Patriarch was appointed by the Russian Patriarch Alexei. Justinian's function: to help the Communists control Rumania's staunchly religious peasantry. Called in during one of the bearded Patriarch's vice-and-vodka loops, Dr. Cohen prescribed six months' psychoanalysis and electroshock therapy, but achieved no result. Says he: "The Patriarch's conflicts are insoluble...
...long years Lamb dreamed of retiring from the East India Company and devoting his retirement to literature. But when at last the dream came true, he found it more nearly a nightmare: he was bored to tears. Mary grew madder, Charles grew sadder-and Londoners became used to the undignified spectacle of drunken Charles being "absolutely carried home upon a man's shoulders thro' Silver Street, up Parson's Lane." nearly falling off but "by a cunning jerk" regaining his balance until "deposited like a dead log at Gaffar Westwood's." He chafed under the increasing...
...plays' titles helps explain their enormous eventual difference in tone. Mister Johnson is really, from beginning to end, the portrait of a happy-go-unlucky man, the saga of a culturally displaced person. A comedy of miscomprehension that explodes into sudden tragedy, it is all the sadder for involving no villains, no clash of good and evil, or even of conscious right and wrong...