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...unthinkable as Juliet without Ro meo. Yet Lynn Fontanne, 78, theater's grande dame, announced that she would make her first appearance in 38 years without Husband Alfred Lunt. TV fans will get the chance to see if the flame's the same next season when Fontanne plays the dowager empress in NBC's Hallmark production of Anastasia. Alfred will not be left home to tend the petunias. He is scheduled to direct the Metropolitan Opera's new version of La Traviata at the same time. And as his wife says, "When Alfred is working with...
...wall of red flame leaped 3,000 ft., followed by a coiling pillar of oily black smoke that rose five miles and was visible 150 miles offshore. Exclaimed Commander Charles R. Smith, 39, of Dalhart, Texas, who wrestled his Vigilante reconnaissance plane through the heat and flames to photograph the holocaust: "It looked as if we had wiped out the entire world's supply...
...today, its atmosphere is hardly conducive to clearheaded armchair generalship. Bomb shelters are everywhere: at 8-ft. intervals between sidewalks and curbs sit concrete, barrel-sized holes for individuals to jump into, pulling manhole covers atop them. Slit trenches deface Hanoi's lovely leafy parks, where the flame trees last week were still in bloom, trunks neatly whitewashed...
...Flame Keeper. In the years since, Haftel has brought virtually all the world's top soloists to Israel, started a highly successful opera and ballet program, increased the players' average salary from $90 to $500 a month, launched the orchestra on tours of the world's concert halls. He is board of directors, chaplain, negotiator, booking agent and benevolent, all-round dictator all at once. In the band room the players jokingly refer to him as their "Jimmy Hoffa." Haftel, who draws a salary of only $70 a month more than the lowest-paid fiddler, has turned...
...copies of a strange and terrible poem she had written during her last sick slide toward suicide. Daddy was its title; its subject was her morbid love-hatred of her father; its style was as brutal as a truncheon. What is more, Daddy was merely the first jet of flame from a literary dragon who in the last months of her life breathed a burning river of bale across the literary landscape...