Word: sound
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Ferenc awoke on Nov. 4 to the sound of heavy Russian artillery. Hearing that the rebels were handing out weapons at the Piarist school, he went there and collected a rifle, two hand grenades and 40 rounds of ammunition. He took five gallons of gasoline from his father's garage and went to look for someone to fight with. Says he: "At the corner of Baross Street and the Great Ring, I went into a restaurant and found eight Freedom Fighters. They looked all right, so I joined them." Together they barricaded Baross Street and cut out an escape route...
...still for a filmed interview for U.S. television, Chou must have believed it would help him. It did not. But it helped those who saw a special rush edition of CBS's See It Now this week to get a remarkable portrait-with-sound of the man who is in name one of the masters of a fourth of the world's people, and by reputation one of democracy's most eloquent enemies. The portrait was remarkable for the way Chou failed in appearance and performance to live up to his reputation. Chou agreed to make...
...Kill all, little and big." Chivington's raiders took no prisoners and carried 100 Indian scalps back to show off in a Denver theater. The massacre fired the Plains Indians to renewed warfare against the white man and shocked the East. CBS's Playhouse 90 had the sound idea of dramatizing Colonel Chivington's raid, but somehow the good idea got ambushed by the bad guys along the way. Made on film, Massacre at Sand Creek on TV last week seemed devoted mainly to assuring that young (30), wet-eyed Actor John Derek, in the part...
Damaging as such evidence may sound by today's standards, says Bentley, no angler should be dismayed: "Everybody in Walton's time borrowed from other books. Milton did it, Shakespeare did it. Nobody thought of it as plagiarism at the time." Besides which, Walton fans will undoubtedly go right on agreeing with Walton's own judgment of his book: "And though this Discourse may be lyable to some Exceptions, yet I cannot doubt but that most Readers may receive so much pleasure or profit by it, as may make it worthy the time of their perusal...
COUNT ROLLER SKATES, by Thomas Sancton (383 pp.; Doubleday, $3.95), whizzes its screwball hero right through the mentally sound barrier. "Count Casimir Poliatoffsky" poses as a Polish nobleman and simultaneously claims to be descended from the Maya gods and the lost tribes of Israel, but he is actually half-Mexican. He once flopped as the star of a roller-skating show in Italy. Now he is a skilled grease monkey in a ship's engine room, and this uneven, offbeat first novel begins when one of the count's shipmates takes him home for dinner on a shore...