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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Lodge from an orphanage she aided in Saigon. The Lodges couldn't spell the breed name of the pups-Lhasa Apso. But a quick look at their genealogy showed they had the makings of ideal companions in such uncertain spots as Saigon. The intelligent, sharp-eared dogs were bred in the lamaseries around the sacred city of Lhasa, teamed with the fierce Tibetan mastiff as watch dogs. The mastiffs were chained outside while the small dogs were indoor sentinels. Only trouble is, neither Buster Brown nor Rover Boy is housebroken...
...Fellows," said Ronny Haan, "I am glad to see you here tonight. I know it took gumption to come. We are battling a ruthless foe." He went on to spell out a long list of newsboy grievances, then asked for a vote. How many carriers were willing to picket the Eagle-Times? One hundred hands shot up; 100 young voices cheered. And how many would support a one-day strike against the paper? Again, the same noisily unanimous response. Ben Stahl, who had come over from A.F.L.-C.I.O. regional headquarters in Philadelphia, decided that it was time to take...
Cards on the Table. By that standard, the bells cannot have been ringing in Laos last week. "It's been a very rough spell," Unger said during one of his rare breaks. "It's not good enough to sit here and try to put out fires from day to day. I wish we had more time for constructive thinking for the long run." As he explained the current crisis: "The Pathet Lao attacks in the Plain of Jars represent a flagrant land grab. We don't intend to see the whole country gobbled...
...beat of darting hands and clicking heels. When an old man caracoles through a whirlwind of autumn leaves. Or when Rafael's doomed friend (Antonio Gades) dances among Barcelona's street sprinklers in the silver-blue wash of a winter's night, casting a rich theatrical spell that makes many another movie musical look as pale as 60-watt moonshine...
...Gillo Pontecorvo gives his best scenes a look of grainy newsreel authenticity: half-frozen women laying railroad ties gaze hopelessly at wisps of smoke coming from a heated glass shed; the prisoners primp for a ghastly fitness inspection in which signs of illness, or too many grey hairs, can spell the difference between life and death; or they stand in a snowy field singing and shivering around a great barren tree while the commandant wishes all a merry Christmas...