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...Million Volley. The phenomenon of Dean magazines, now selling well into their second million, is part of a large one: the "one-shot" magazine, i.e., a deliberate publishing flash in the pan devoted to a single subject. Together, growing steadily since World War II, the one-shotters add up to a circulation volley that now hits more than 20 million a year...
Properly viewed, the play is just as timely today as it was in 1673. Despite its title, it is not just a portrait of a hypochondriac; nor is it just another volley in Moliere's life-long campaign against Baroque medical quackery and incompetence. The main theme of the play is the struggle between fraud and stupidity--a warning against too great a trust in alleged experts and arrant professionalism. Of the two dozen or so personages in the piece, only two are natural and honest human beings. The rest are all hypocrites or bluffers. Healthy Argan pretends...
When the procession passed the presidential mansion, the mob shouted anti-Rhee slogans, wanted to carry Shinicky's body in to Rhee. Police fired over their heads. Under cover of a barrage of stones, about 300 demonstrators continued to advance. The guards lowered their rifles and fired a volley into the mob, wounding several. Police reinforcements soon ar rived, breaking up the biggest riot against Rhee since the end of the Korean...
...airport, doffing a broad-brimmed grey fedora and waving an amiable hand, Malenkov was plainly ready to charm the masses. Thanks to the Yard, there were no masses present, but Georgy made up for their lack by pumping the hands of a cordon of British dignitaries and aiming a volley of telling smiles into the distant lenses of a battery of news photographers. At last, safely ensconced in the sleek, black Russian embassy limousine, he leaped out twice to shake some overlooked hands...
Eternity & Everywhere. The curtain rises to a rising ah of delight that passes into a volley of applause. The setting by Jo Mielziner is a striking thing. Instead of painted scenery, he has used a simple cotton scrim that sets the time at eternity, the place at everywhere. The forestage is filled with what looks like a mighty cubistic boulder on which Joan sits pale and still, like a piteous Prometheus in the midst of her tormentors. The tableau breaks, and the trial, which is the metaphor the action moves in, takes its course. In a matter of moments...