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...CACTUS FLOWER is a French farce successfully transplanted to the U.S. by Director Abe Burrows. Handling dialogue like a bone-dry martini, Nurse Lauren Bacall is all efficiency in the office, but predictably cuts loose on the dance floor with some torso twisting that causes Dentist Barry Nelson to drop his dentures...
...beauty of the score. Though Verdi the patriot worked at odds with Verdi the composer, the fervor of his convictions could occasionally inspire him as well. The opening aria "Let us be free," for example, is charged with the kind of youthful brio that was to come to full flower in Rigoletto, written five years later. Fresh, forcefully direct, the Attila score was polished for six months by Conductor Amaducci, until each facet sparkled. The result was worthy of a setting in any opera house...
...shadow and crawls back into his hole. According to astronomers, who gaze at the vernal equinox and not the infernal snow, spring will burst forth at 8:53 p.m. March 20. But to millions of U.S. gardeners, spring officially begins the minute they stroll through the local flower show and receive their newest seed catalogue-and many of them have...
...Eats Hamburger!" Biggest kickoff for the new season is still New York's International Flower Show, which last week attracted some 300,000 flower lovers, who paraded through the Coliseum for the first, if fleeting, glimpse of spring. More than ever, it was a strange hybrid of beauty and banality, a midsummer's daydream constantly interrupted by nightmares. Lush gardens with brooks and splitlog benches, dogwood trees and primrose bushes delighted the enchanted while only a whiff away peddlers hawked scented sachets and the Encyclopaedia Britannica. The New York Botanical Garden's 500-ft. tropical rain garden...
Across Creation. Huia is not crudely awakened to sex. A flower passes under her nose, and "a child is clutched by primeval rapture to which she knows but one answer: turning to a shaggy tree trunk she embraces it passionately. She presses her slight person against its bulk and kisses it with ardor until, flung so carelessly on the storm of instinct, she swings into fantastic dancing, calling to the others, 'The marriage ceremonial, the marriage ceremonial. See me dance at my marriage ceremonial.' Never up, down or across creation could there be a lovelier sight." An unobtrusive...