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...confusing facility. For example; we watch M playing cards while we hear X tell A of the afternoon last year when they met on the hotel terrace and discussed a near-by statue of a man and woman in classic dress. X describes every gesture, every fold of the toga. Meanwhile, the cardgame goes on before our eyes. For a moment we hear the players' voices, and one of them makes a remark which logically precedes X's first statement in the flashback that follows immediately. In this sequence, X and A continue their discussion of the statue, which...
...German premiere of My Fair Lady, where he seized the opportunity for an intermission tete-a-tete with velvet-clad Ingrid Bergman, whose impresario husband, Lars Schmidt, was the show's producer. Topic of discussion between Ingrid (whose gown Mrs. Clay described as "a Grecian toga cut") and Clay: "only the show," which left German critics digging for superlatives last lavished on the works of Goethe...
...While a toga-clad rabble-rouser egged them on, their legions grew to 4,000 in two riotous evenings (against a force of 32 Yard cops and proctors, augmented during the second demonstration by 25 tear-gas-tossing Cambridge police). Marching on Harvard Square and making the spring night hideous with an ad hominem battle cry-"Latin, Si; Pusey, No!" -the undergraduates got nowhere with a recalcitrant president, who (said the Crimson) would forevermore be "derided as the man who changed alma mater to foster mother...
Tough in a Toga. Long before last week's fun rolled around, Mrs. Terezinha Souza, 26-year-old secretary to the Industrial Social Service Board in Recife, 1,200 miles north of Rio, had begun to work on her harem-girl outfit. Last week, shimmying atop her table at the Municipal Theater, she let her husband-a small man in a large tuxedo-have it square in the face with a squirt of ether from a spray bomb. "I went to another party dressed as a Roman girl," she explained in a shout above...
...campaign that he reckoned Jack's New York margin at more than half a million votes, she looked wide-eyed and uncertain: "Really? That's important, isn't it? How nice.'' And when her political duties are over, Jackie shucks her toga with obvious relief. Last October, after the tumultuous ticker-tape parade through Manhattan, she whipped off her reversible coat, turned it inside out and went off, like a girl just out of school, with her friend and neighbor, Artist William Walton, to look at avant-garde paintings in the Tibor de Nagy Gallery...