Word: saws
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Merry Wives of Windsor is a play which, though it presents a flat and calcified Falstaff, and though on the page it may drag, nevertheless can, and did when I saw it, overflow with life. It is a farce with typically Shakepearian comic elements. For the most part everyone stays the same, there is no real hero, and the humor consists of the devices which were old hat to Aristophanes. But the pasteboard hero (Fenton) does get his girl (Anne Page), and Ford learns that he has been unreasonably, unnaturally jealous, and calms down...
...final note on interaction of character. Falstaff's mere presence is a danger and Hands's Ford was largely successful in averting it by drawing the play's energy into his transformation. Before he changes he can be quite funny; his interviews with Falstaff were particularly well done. One saw the carefully composed Mr. Brooke (Ford) presenting a nicely Falstaffian proposition; meanwhile, Falstaff relished his possibilities and promising success, while Ford inwardly rebelled and very nearly lost his composure...
With both teams substituting freely, the game turned into a see-saw battle during the first half, with the varsity leading at times by five points and the freshmen holding short-lived one point leads. The varsity led at half-time by two points...
Near the foot of the bridge where the march proper began, a bell tolled every few seconds. A couple of kids, wrapped in blankets and sleeping bags and asking everyone they saw if they had a joint, took turns ringing the bell. We helped them for a few minutes. The bell's clang seemed to affirm the primitive purity of the whole effort. For an army was encamped by the bank of the Potomac, an army silent and cold and dark, waiting for the dawn to plunge its incongruous, unarmed infantry into some kind of crazy civil war battle...
...SAW BILLY WILDER once. He and his wife were rushing out of a theatre into Shubert Alley in New York, while I stood in the shadows, waiting for a friend. Although I did not recognize him at first, he immediately attracted my attention. He was the fastest moving old man I had ever seen. He practically dragged his wife behind him as he zoomed towards 45th Street. His shoulders bobbed up and down: his cigarette slid from one corner of his month to the other: his eyes darted in every possible direction. A strange guy this Wilder...