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...avoiding an overabundance of sea seenes, the picture builds up gradually to the action at Trafalgar. These battle shots, however, lose some of their potential liveliness when the camera swings from fleet to fleet and gun to gun so often that the audience wonders at times just who the hell is taking the termite beating. Though the show cannot be recommended as a substitute for History 42 reading, it still unfolds its story neatly enough to warrant a couple of hours away from the books...
...Your article on Truman's initiation into the shellbacks states: "The 350 shellbacks aboard [the Missouri]" etc. [TIME, Sept. 22]. Now, as it probably takes 350 "swabbies" to serve officers' mess alone, and as it was a northward trip, just how in hell did the rest of the crew get south of the equator without crossing...
Command Decision is hard-hitting theater, full of mailed conflict and scrappy talk. What it hits hardest, however, is all sentimental attitudes toward war, all evasions of how damnable it can be, all attempts to break it up neatly into so many parts hell and so many parts humanitarianism. But there is nothing doctrinaire or diagrammatic about the play. Playwright Haines (himself an Air Forces veteran) writes something that could easily have happened; and his characters are people, not mere points of view...
...morning last week, the American Overseas Airlines dispatcher at LaGuardia Field telephoned Ferry Pilot Captain John Taylor at his home. Taylor had been alerted 72 hours before to pick up Washington passengers for a flight to Germany, but hadn't shown up. "Where the hell are you," said the dispatcher. Said Captain Taylor sleepily: "You better call Flushing 3-0163." The dispatcher dialed the number, found himself talking to the A.F.L. Air Line Pilots Association. Said the union: "There's a strike...
Around the fourth mile, the average runner gets that "what the hell am I doing here" feeling. Usually about this time, the local bobby-soxer turns to her friend and says, "Hey, Margie, lookit what just went by!" By the time the runner comes laboring down the little aisle of spectator's grouped at the finish, he's practically ready to quit the sport...