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Tense and terribly serious, the tall, tanned young (17) swimmer on the starting block took a couple of deep breaths, shook her head and shoulders with a nervous shrug and coiled into her starting crouch. At the gun, Shelley Mann, an Arlington, Va. schoolgirl, lit out in an angry, ungraceful crawl. Four laps and 58.7 seconds later, she slapped the pool wall, winner of the 100-yard final at the National A.A.U. Senior Women's Indoor Championships...
...late King had actually ruled over his country for only a few years. For most of his reign he was virtually a prisoner of the powerful Rana nobles, who held despotic power over Nepal as its hereditary Prime Ministers. While the King stayed at home in his palace reading Shelley, the Ranas ran his country with an iron hand, indulging their taste for bizarre ornamentation by filling their 30-odd marble palaces with fancy clocks and comical distorting mirrors imported from Coney Island. In 1950, fired by neighboring India, a revolution at last unseated the despotic Ranas, and Tribhubana...
...week studded with good dramatic revivals on NBC, the biggest and best was the Producers' Showcase lavish production of The Women. This feline free-for-all, written in 1936 by Clare Boothe Luce, remains an actresses' field day, and Ruth Hussey, Shelley Winters, Mary Astor, Nancy Olson, Valerie Bettis and Cathleen Nesbitt waged an exciting conflict for domination of the manless stage. A few of the more trenchant lines were dropped from the TV version of the play, and Paulette Goddard and Mary Boland seemed miscast as the viper-tongued Sylvia Fowler and the gigolo-collecting Countess...
Producers' Showcase (Mon. 8 p.m., NBC). Clare Boothe Luce's The Women, with Shelley Winters, Paulette Goddard, Ruth Hussey, Mary Astor, Mary Boland...
...opening article by D. J. Golden, not even quotations from Gray, Coleridge, or Shelley warrant the almost two columns of space. Limpert characterizes his own "Something for the Pit" with his phrase ". . . a symphony of boredom . . ." J. F. Fletcher's "Imogene and the Parrot" is well-written, but no more, and the attempt at high-pressure humor in "A Message to Ganglia" is sadly unsuccessful...