Word: stoops
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Died. Edward Everett Horton, 84, persimmon-faced comedian who starred on stage, screen, radio and TV for more than 60 years; of cancer; in Encino, Calif. With an apologetic stoop, a wry grin and timely double- (sometimes triple) take, Horton made his comic way through almost 3,000 stage revivals of Springtime for Henry and more than 100 movies, including several with Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers (Top Hat, Shall We Dance?). Why so often the supporting roles? Said Horton: "I do the scavenger parts no one else wants and I get well paid...
...From his stoop, Desmond Ball can look across the sand bags and rubble of no man's land to No. 1 12, the house of "his neighbor, Hugh Davey. Ball has never met Davey, a Catholic, and he probably never will. "We've no Catholic friends," he says. "Individually a Catholic can be all right, but as a group, they're dangerous. I'd never turn my back on a Catholic. If we wanted Catholic friends and the word got around the neighborhood, we'd get our windows broken in. People feel that strongly...
...wouldn't stoop to the level of a low-lifed pig, a racist or a fascist or a sadistic Ku Klux Klansman or a criminal pig agent to brutalize and kill and murder a person just because of the color of his skin...
Perched on a familiar tenement stoop, she reads from a book called Sam. The story is about a black boy who has no one to play with, and the narrator -who has more children of her own than the TV director could possibly cram onto the set-shows poignant understanding of the problem. One day in February, the children's show will open: "This is Ethel Kennedy on Sesame Street." ··· "The call of the running tide," wrote John Masefield, "is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied." Actually, for Britain...
...near at hand is no disaster. People keep busy, and perhaps cheerful. In a sheltered corner between two carts and an inn wall, somebody is playing a fiddle. Higher up the hillside a man and a woman stoop low over the dark earth, bundling willow shoots to make baskets (see detail, pages 54-55). A child in a crescent crown carries a lamp. His mother leans like a crumbled moon above. His father dances, drunkenly perhaps, clutching what seems to be pipes of Pan. But they are waffles, baked at carnival time (see detail, page...