Word: witnessed
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...School's newest lecturer, Conservative Spokesman William F. Buckley Jr., 42. Though urbanity flowed like sarsaparilla, Buckley never did get around to talking about the cities in his first class. Instead, he led his enraptured students through a 90-minute recitative of conservative epigrams, to wit: "The main function of the state-perhaps the only one-is the maintenance of a stable currency...
...flamboyance and wit as a designer, and as a raconteur among friends, Gernreich is so shy and nervous in public that he sometimes breaks out in a rash, incessantly smokes black Sherman's Cigarettellos. He is not married, but unlike many designers who squire their customers to public events, he shuns big parties and nightclubs. Instead, he prefers entertaining small groups in his modern split-level Hollywood Hills house, which he has decorated in austere white with leather-tile floors and classic Mies van der Rohe and Charles Eames furniture...
...like most De Vries heroes, is a wit who can't get with it-it being the way of the world. Nothing really odd about him, though he does remark that "Christ and the Jews of his time were working at cross purposes." Joe wants to do good, and he tries. But the girl he kept in stitches as a suitor soon gagged on his wit as a wife. When her father took him into his brokerage office, watching the tape made him physically dizzy, and the securities he recommended for widows and orphans soon became known as "laughing...
ROSENCRANTZ AND GUILDENSTERN ARE DEAD might be called Two Characters in Search of a Plot. British Playwright Tom Stoppard takes his protagonists from the wings of the Globe and sets them stage center to wonder, with coruscating wit and in spiritual desolation, who they are and what they are doing at Elsinore. Scintillating performances by Brian Murray and John Wood endow the evening with rousing theatricality...
...hipless, bass-voiced androgyne. Ultimately, the general goes his filial foes one better at anarchic nonconformity by growing a beard himself, living in a tree and mastering the guitar. The quality of the humor is as strained as the plot. Ustinov seems to have aped Bernard Shaw without the wit, Neil Simon without the wisecrack...