Word: sunsets
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...story goes a bit differently. Prime Minister Thanom Kittikachorn used to watch a Thai translation of TV's Legend of Jesse James every Saturday night, along with 100,000 other fans. Then it got to bothering him to see a bad guy like Jesse ride off into the sunset unpunished at the end of each episode. "The series might mislead Thai youth into thinking wrong is right," the Prime Minister announced, and so he knocked poor Jesse right off the air-without even firing a shot...
Hovering over the open-air podium with his arms outstretched, the white-bearded, white-jacketed conductor looked like a snowy egret about to flap off into the fading sunset. Instead, he flew into Beethoven's Sixth Symphony, his baton carving the air, his left hand kneading a softly glowing tone from the strings. In Copland's Quiet City, he moved with the sure, deft strokes of a tailor stitching a hem, weaving the complex patterns into a taut whole. The interpretations, typically, were masterpieces of lucidity and logic, and at concert's end the audience at Stanford...
...Angeles street corner last week, solicitors for Audience Surveys Inc. invited passers-by to a free "evening of entertainment" at a theater on Sunset Boulevard. The entertainment consisted of previews of two new television series, and all that the survey company asked of its audience was that each guest manipulate a rheostat-like dial during the show-twist it counterclockwise toward "very dull" or clockwise toward "very good" as the mood struck. On both coasts, CBS's Program Analyzer Unit conducts similar screenings, except that CBS's sample viewers operate not dials but buttons-pushing the green...
...Keyes's story is about King Philip IV of Spain, who was born in 1605, died in 1665, and presided, an irresolute, unassertive and undistinguished monarch, over the sunset of the Spanish empire. There is not much story to tell, but Mrs. Keyes stuffs the holes in her plot with dates, names, panoply, history lessons, fashion shows, and archly veiled allusions to sex at the castle level...
...Before sunset the first day, 2,500 tourists had swarmed past the brick garden wall that he had laid himself, the intricate rockeries and the stream that he had contrived, by means of pumps, to recirculate uphill. Then they wandered through the rooms of Chartwell, the manor house in Kent where Sir Winston Churchill happily wrote, painted, puttered and sometimes governed from 1922 onward. Bought in 1947 by friends and presented to the National Trust, Chartwell passed to the nation at his death early last year. Now, for four shillings, the public may visit the place where, as he wrote...