Word: sundowners
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...Star's new drama critic last week, "got tangled in the starting gate Tuesday night, and all bets are temporarily off." That sounded more like a sport-writer than a play reviewer-and it was, sure enough. The reviewer, who got off to a somewhat better start than Sundown Beach (see THEATER), was John Lardner, 36, chipperest off the old block of all the late great Humorist Ringgold Wilmer Lardner's four sons...
...season opened on Broadway last week-with a play that closed after seven performances. Called Sundown Beach, it was a sad little thing in both subject matter and treatment-a bungled tale of flyers who had cracked up mentally in the war and were trying to get out of a convalescent hospital back into life. The new season's second offering, Morey Amsterdam's Hilarities, was far more gaily conceived but not much more happily executed. It proved to be a generally cheesy vaudeville show redeemed here & there by a sort of primitive showmanship...
...Gurion, first Prime Minister of the Jewish state, banged the table with his fist and began to read. As he reached the words proclaiming "the establishment of the Jewish State in Palestine, to be called Israel,"* the audience cheered and wept. In the two hours that remained before sundown, when the Jewish Sabbath would begin, Tel Aviv's jubilant people danced in the streets, paraded with blue-&-white streamers and Star of David flags, prayed in their synagogues, with tears and cheers waved off truckloads of Haganah youths headed for the frontiers. For the first time the Jews publicly...
...their strength to him. To be healed internally as well, the patient swallows a little of the painting in herb tea. Leaving a sand painting intact overnight would be at least as dangerous, the Navajos believe, as leaving an X-ray machine running in a sickroom. So before sundown each day, the medicine man releases its magic force by obliterating the painting with a plumed wand...
...sundown, in Colorado Springs last week, the watercolor copies within the museum lay smooth and undisturbed, looking as if some squatting Navajo had just pinched out a last blue border on the sand, and then suddenly and silently vanished...