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Food for a Spider. Lee never panicked. An astute (IQ: 140) watcher of cowboy and adventure TV shows, he peered through the holes in the trunk, made mental notes of the car's movements. For three nights the boy and his kidnaper slept in the car. Each morning the two drove into the back country west of Everett. They spent their days in the woods happily engrossed in nature study, fed small spiders to big spiders ("The big spiders would grab the little ones and roll them up in a ball. Bob said that was for their winter food...
...Warner Cinerama Corp.), the fourth Cinerama production, pursues the formula to its travelogical absurdity. As far as the scenery goes, Search is able to find plenty of it in the Himalayas. Airborne, the camera looks down like Shiva on the glittering tremendum of eternal snows; waterborne, it hurls the watcher through a thrilling passage of some rapids on the Indus River. But when the travel stops and the story begins, the show turns out to be a quasi-Oriental epic with a superman for a hero. The superman: radio's Lowell Thomas, who just happens...
...Degas, Van Gogh and Manet, the new portrait of the lady of the house last week had the place of honor. Albright's Mary Block (see cut) sits in a phosphorescent glow by a cluttered table with a clock turned away from her (because she was a clock watcher at sittings, and, Albright quips, "it makes the painting timeless"), grim, bejeweled, glaring back at her beholders, a macabre vision tinted with a pale green note of decay...
Died. Sir Michael William Selby Bruce, 63, descendant of Scotland's first King Robert Bruce (the spider watcher), brother of the late Actor Nigel Bruce, soldier, adventurer, author (No Escape from Adventure), and Canada's only titled newspaper columnist (the Vancouver Province); of a coronary thrombosis; in Vancouver...
...does he let the moviegoer escape from the appalling situation the platoon is in. Never for an instant does the moviegoer know where he is-or where They are. He marches, hides, fights, watches every minute with the fighting men, and the watching is the worst. For as the watcher stares down his gunsights into the bright summer grasses, and the sun and the wind play mazily together in the barley and field flowers, and the watcher goes on waiting and waiting for death to leap at him out of the purest loveliness, there comes a moment when any averagely...