Word: worde
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...dare touch me!" shrilled one woman. "Why don't you sing The Star-Spangled Banner?" heckled an onlooker. "All right, if you won't, I will," he cried, and piped out: "My country 'tis of thee/Sweet land of liberty . . ." An incoming draftee had the last word. Turning to the hot-eyed housewives, he said: "I'm ready to go fight in Viet Nam. I'm ready to serve my country...
...flip of a coin-an act that finds its echo later when the Player King says, "Life is a gamble, at terrible odds-if it was a bet, you wouldn't take it." Just as the play is a kind of jangled echo chamber of Hamlet, so each word, event, mood and character develops an echo. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are echoes of each other, since they perpetually confuse each other's names. They have been summoned to Elsinore by Claudius, or by fate, and they seem to be dawdling apprehensively...
They kill the time with intellectual vaudeville-puns, word games, syllogistic oneupmanship. As they do so, it becomes apparent that Stoppard owes fully as much to Samuel Beckett as he does to Shakespeare. R. and G. are transparent replicas of the two tramps who wait for Godot. But where Beckett's dialogue almost expires in pauses of resignation, Stoppard's lines pant with inner panic. Delivered with comic ardor at machine-gun speed, R. and G.'s interchanges combine mental verve with spiritual desolation. It is as if the quiz kids of Wittenberg U. found themselves desperate...
...dramatic program-ranging from Kabuki plays to slapstick to poetry reading-is broad enough to challenge the resources of any normal theatrical troupe. Yet none of the principal actors of the National Theater of the Deaf utters a word, and only one of them can hear. No matter; the pacing and performance are unmistakably professional, and the critical notices are in the rave category. Currently on a six-week tour of 18 Northeastern cities, the company opened at Manhattan's Hunter College Playhouse last week to tumultuous applause...
...Word apparently had been passed to the troops that the last charge by the group of demonstrators who rushed the Pentagon doors was sufficient reason for cracking down on the protestors. The Marshals began to push the MP's forward until they were pressed against the sitting demonstrators. Then they would tell an unfortunate protestor to move--an absurd request because the seated crowd was packed knee. When he didn't move, they clubbed him and anyone who tried to hold onto him. Many of the demonstrators pleaded with the soldiers to drag people out instead of clubbing them...