Word: tribe
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Highlands, while the colony's 5,300,000 Africans are crowded into 52,000 sq. mi. of less desirable farmlands down below, or scrabble for their living in the arid, underdeveloped "Crown Lands" -a euphemism for wilderness. For many years the million-strong Kikuyu tribe, less uneducated than most and peacefully inclined, talked hopefully of expanding their holdings into the White Highlands; instead, the white settlers told them to go expand into the Crown Lands, and vaguely talked of irrigation projects that would some day make the Crown Lands bloom. Frustrated, many of the Kikuyu farmers turned to other...
Charles Harte's We the Tribe, the other new play on yesterday's program, was not so fortunate as its predecessor. A farce involving savages and an American missionary party, it meandered all the way from rough sex jokes to a serious indictment of Christianity, but stayed nowhere long enough to make a clear point for either comedy or paganism...
...once again impressive acting came to the rescue and gave The Tribe some fascinating moments. Bill Wharton was especially appealing as a diffident little savage, and Carol Cohen expressed the tribe's philosophy with remarkable naturalness. As other savage, Dick Merlo, Fenton Hollander, Mimi Martinez, and Erich Segal were all suitably oivilized, while Ann Rand and bill Soring played the missionary's daughter and an American trader with the proper uncouthness. As the missionary, Earle Edgerton displayed just the right mixture of theological dogmatism and personal uncertainty...
Despite his previous sketchiness, in the last scene Harte finally achieves a moving portrayal of the religious conflict between the missionary and the pagan tribe. This comes a little too late to make The Tribe a strong play, but together with the merits of Die Quietly, My Love it promises another interesting performance in Agassiz this afternoon...
...Abandoned, Chitor became a haunt of tigers, one of a thousand Hindu shrines, and today the only recurring evocation of its stirring last days is the curse which may sometimes be heard on Indian lips: "By the sin of the sack of Chitor." The Rajput armorers became a tribe of wandering blacksmiths called the Gadia Lohars, big, fork-bearded men in pink turbans, women wearing silver bangles and big silver nose rings, and untouchables worshiping the smallpox goddess, Sheetala. Without quite knowing why, they still observe their ancient vow: never do they sleep under a roof, but live in carts...