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...drum is silent. Nothing seems very worth while any more. Remember when it used to compete with the Lowell House bells for sound and impracticality? Those were the days. Now its frame is rotting, the cowhide rips, and down at Soldiers Field, spectators no longer think thunder showers are coming...
Tasteless and labored, Dear Charles has just enough helpful lines and situations to serve Tallulah as a vehicle. If never the least bit Parisian, she is frequently lively. There are those sudden moments when her voice comes up like thunder, or she freezes with raffish hauteur, or has the charm of something caged and carnivorous. There are doubtless nobler ways of being unmistakable and unforgettable, but in a world where few people ever manage to be either, Actress Bankhead remain almost incessantly both...
...Fourth R. Sunday morning, naturally enough, is devotional. In the earlier hours, radio religion ranges from the evangelical thunder of Pasadena's Rev. Herbert Armstrong ("Catastrophic happenings will soon shake the world!") to the fundamentalist tenets of Grand Rapids' Dr. Richard De Haan ("Read the Bible closely and never out of context . . ."). Television's religious note is more often interdenominational and inspirational. This week Dr. Norman Vincent Peale (The Power of Positive Thinking) and his wife devoted 30 filmed minutes (CBS) to assuring viewers that an inferiority complex should not prevent financial success. The Peales told...
Cathedral Hush. Everything following might be expected to be anticlimactic, but Berlioz achieves perhaps his greatest effects in the quieter passages that grip the heart after all the thunder. The superb Sanctus calls for a tenor solo in which, by a dazzling piece of orchestration, the single, defenseless human voice is set off against the relentless clash of cymbals; and in the sweet, concluding Agnus Dei, there are chilling traces of jagged pagan rhythms (later used by Stravinsky). Conductor Munch tenderly and forcefully drove toward the end, spinning out the Amen with a loving final touch. A cathedral hush hung...
High in the French Alps, thunder clouds roiled over the Col d'lzoard. Peering at the sky, the citizens of Briancon were worried. Cyclists of the Tour de France were pumping east from Grenoble on the 18th lap of their 25-day marathon, and rain could easily wash out the slim time advantage held by French Favorite Louison Bobet, 29. His rival, Swiss Champion Ferdi Rubier, 35, was an old hand at the hazards of mountain bicycle riding. A wet road might bother Bobet; Kubler might gain an unbeatable lead...