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...starkly so that it sounded almost like Taps. When the jet landed at chilly, wet Andrews Air Force Base near Washington, D.C., an Air Force band played The Star-Spangled Banner while cannons fired a 19-gun salute. Thus, with poignant ceremony, were the bodies of Ambassador Cleo A. Noel Jr. and Deputy Chief of Mission George Curtis Moore returned home last week...
...embassy but stayed two blocks back for fear of endangering the hostages' lives. President Jaafar Numeiry called his Cabinet into emergency session. Assured by the Cabinet that there would be no attempt to storm the embassy, the terrorists allowed a doctor inside to treat the wounds of Noel and Eid. Then came a long string of demands delivered by telephone...
...third deadline passed in eerie silence broken only by the swirling of a sandstorm. Then the phone rang at the U.S. embassy. It was a call from Noel. "Is there any news from the governments involved?" he asked a surprised First Secretary M.A. Sanderson Jr. "They have been contacted," Sanderson replied, adding: "Are we being overheard?" "Affirmative," said Noel. "A high official is arriving from Washington and may be able to do something," said Sanderson. "What time will he arrive?" asked Noel. "He is due in half an hour," replied the First Secretary. "That will be too late," said Noel...
...sandstorm grew fiercer and dogs howled as garbage cans were blown along the streets. A police officer suggested that the terrorists had just been shooting at a light accidentally played on them. But at midnight, a Sudan official called the U.S. Embassy and confirmed the fears of Mrs. Noel and Mrs. Moore, who had been waiting out the horror together: both their husbands were dead. The Belgian hostage, Eid, was apparently shot at the same time, though he died later...
...suggestive of fin de siècle Vienna than the Scandinavian north, but why carp? In a show almost without choreography, Sondheim's lyrics are nimble-wilted dances. Literate, ironic, playful, enviably clever, altogether professional, Stephen Sondheim is a quicksilver wordsmith in the grand tradition of Cole Porter, Noel Coward and Lorenz Hart. There are three standout numbers. One is Liaisons (Gingold), a lament that courtesans are not the elegantly larcenous creatures they used to be. Equally arresting are Send In the Clowns (Johns), a rueful gaze into the cracked mirror of the middle years, and The Miller...