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Into A Sleep of Prisoners, Quakerish Playwright Fry has done his earnest best to pack a van load of meaning about the state of modern man. Four prisoners of an unidentified war are locked up in a church and bunk down for a restless night. Most of the action consists of their separate dreams, each one involving the others, a series of merging playlets stretched on the frames of familiar Bible stories (Cain and Abel, David and Absalom, Abraham and Isaac...
...last night's sortie, the thieves took about $100 of cash and valuables from Leverett G and H entries and from one room in Dunster House. In Leverett, they stole a pack of cigarettes and left the $10 lighter next to it; they also cleaned a wallet of a Peruvian five-sol bill--worth 30 cents...
Chunchon (see map). They tried to hide their movements under smoke screens created by smudge pots and burning brush. Allied planes dived through the smoke, raking troop concentrations, vehicle columns, pack trains, motorcycles and oxcarts. General Van Fleet and his army braced for the attack-with barbed wire, minefields and artillery massed "wheel to wheel." Any night the Chinese might blow their bugles and whistles, set off their green flares, and attack...
...usually looked like an unmade bed and stalked about with a fond pack of dogs at his heels. He was Washington's second-in-command, but the commander in chief never warmed to his quirky personality. It was Washington who stormed up to Lee at the battle of Monmouth, accused him of making an unnecessary, disorderly, and shameful retreat.† and made the charge substantially stick in a court-martial. Thirty months after the Adams accolade, Lee was suspended from the army and later died in disgrace...
...half-mile and three-quarter posts, a field horse named Phil D. led the pack. Then Repetoire (8-1), winner of four straight stakes events this year, made his bid; in front at the mile, he folded in the stretch. Meanwhile, another field horse, Count Turf, had moved into contention. The Count threw up his head at the roar of the crowd, got a couple of solid whacks from Jockey Conn McCreary's bat, and took over the lead. From there to the finish, Count Turf poured it on, and the crowd goggled in amazement...