Word: showing
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...carry on a war as adventuresome as the war in Vietnam. The reasons for not being at war are always there in the public's subconscious; so if left to its own inertia, popular opinion would be constantly carrying us towards peace. But the new President would have to show us why we would be killing ourselves and would have to prove we want to continue doing so. Even a Richard Nixon, who managed to win only in the House, would feel himself unable to spark the needed enthusiasm...
...usual, people should work actively for the campaign they believe in. A campaigner in Illinois will be collaring blue collar workers and telling them that Wallace is looney. If the polls then show a shift in sentiment giving Wallace a lead over Humphrey, the campaigner will start telling them that Nixon isn't as much of a reactionary as they think and they'd better make it with Wallace soon. But ostensibly being a member of the Humphrey campaign staff, he's in a great position to convert Humphrey votes. And, in fact, it is from the Humphrey camp that...
...likely to level violent criticism against the notion of theatre without cost. Some may wonder, though, why and whether Harvard undergraduates should be considered prime candidates for such charity. And By George in a single evening stated the case rather eloquently, drawing more students than has many a Loeb show in the typical eight-performance run. A price of sorts had to be paid for this achievement, but somehow or other last night's spectators got along despite the notable absence of a large share of the Loeb's usual clientele--the proverbial ladies from Malden, who pay prices...
...always very tense before a show starts -- for the performers, doubts about another road-audience, for the crowd, the tightness of anticipation. Preparations continue in the last minutes on amps and mikes and lights. In a blue-carpeted backroom deep within the Boston Tea Party, the Jeff Beck Group kicks around a squishy soccer ball...
...music is thundering and the light show irrelevant. Jeff Beck a streaming presence jerking, in sweat, on his guitar laying sheet after sheet of sound authoritatively down. The great Nicky Hopkins in one corner of the stage hunched over piano holding together the music with his discreet and rippling underpinning. Mick Waller on drums, his eyes fixed on Beck, face contorting, eyes glazed, his arms chopping, producing a sharp and clear rattling as each drumbeat rams more or less neatly into Beck's flying notes. Rod Stewart, the singer, a man of flinty beauty, and a fertile smile...