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...squadron of DC-6s, a C-46, a Super Constellation, and lately bigger but nonetheless obsolete C-97 stratofreighters, wheezing into readiness. Trucks dash up, hauling crates of food and medicines. Eventually, crews as varied as their airplanes - Swedes, Finns, Americans, a stolid Yorkshireman, a not so dour Scot - screech up in cars and climb aboard. One by one, at 20-minute intervals, the cargo planes lumber down the runway, turn northward toward the Nigerian coast. Late afternoon sunlight splashes on little blue and gold fish, the fuselage emblems of the interfaith airlift organized by the World Council of Churches...
...mission, joined white mercenaries leading a dangerous ambush. What really troubled Wilde about this assignment was what he saw happening to Biafra and its people. "A chaplain travels from village to village administering last rites to the dying and blessing the heaps of the already dead," wrote Wilde. "Vultures screech in the brooding, muggy sky. The air is fetid with despair and death. Reporting this story is depressing beyond description...
Though the plot is often opaque, and the narrative constantly interrupted by choruses abusing their freedom of screech, viewers cannot claim that the film makers are deliberately obscure. The remotest aside is painstakingly translated into Chinese and American subtitles. When someone laughs, the title below reads
Time was you could write a review of the Harvard-Radcliffe Orchestra without attending a concert. The violins would be out of tune, the clarinets would screech, and the strings and winds would cheerfully experiment with the tempo. No more: or at any rate, a lot less. The HRO still has its persistent problems--most distressingly, an inability, especially among the winds, to play really softly--but last Saturday's concert showed that the orchestra is getting there...
...those that gleam on the marquees on Broadway or off. Last week Philadelphia was host to a new drama of serious intent. As the playgoer enters the Theater of the Living Arts, he hears a soundtrack from nature as raucous and insidious as the din of city traffic. Cockatoos screech and hippopotamuses snort. Over the stage stretch tangled plastic vines. On the walls are murky film blowups of lions, elephants and monkeys. A combination of bamboo palace and automobile graveyard, the set is a raked topography of danger, containing in one scene a Daliesque montage of severed human legs...