Word: forgotten
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...mother of Christ. Multiplied and modified by commerce, these and kindred images -of angels flying, angels tootling on long trumpets, angels simply adoring -have become as much a part of worldly Christmas as street-corner Santas. And when the New Year comes, they seem as swiftly and easily forgotten...
Intimates relish his flashes of dinner-table wit, which are nearly always aimed at one of the establishments he is bucking. "The people at regulatory agencies are utterly confounded when we come to investigate them," he says. "They have forgotten what citizens look like." On rare evenings out at a party, he usually leaves early to get in a couple more hours of reading, writing or phoning at his office. Though Bachelor Nader has no antipathy to girls, he rarely has the time or inclination for dates. Says his father: "We're very proud of Ralph. But we wish...
...Comic is damaged by Sunday Supplement color and cutting that might have been done with garden shears. Perhaps as a consequence, Columbia Pictures decided to hold it at arm's length, a flop to be forgotten. A flop, perhaps. Forgotten, hardly. For The Comic contains the most ambitious performance of Van Dyke's career, a resolutely unglamorous close-up of a string-necked, right-wing Angeleno, faded by sun and circumstance...
Unfortunately, in the final seene, "American Meadows," Lindsay Crouse seems to have forgotten that words can be limiting. The three-part dance is accompanied by the narration of Blake's poem "Song of Liberty." By itself the poem is extremely complex; combined with the complexity of Cherries Ivies music, and of the choreography which mixes mime with dance, the poem becomes virtually incoherent to anyone who hasn't studied it extensively beforehand. More important, the intellectual effort which the poem demands detracts from our response to the dance-it leaves us fragmented. This is a sad irony, because Blacke...
...free from nostalgia that he cannot recall a past moment of particular delight. Fred Mitchell, 85, for instance, is now an invalid living with his unmarried middle-aged son. He remembers that the old days were full of raw fear-of landlords, of weather, of hunger. "But I have forgotten one thing," he adds. "The singing. There was such a lot of singing ... So I lie. I have had pleasure. I have had singing...