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There is no more potent musicomedy fuel on Broadway than Ethel Merman, and she powers Gypsy with 50 million lbs. of personality thrust. But the show merely quivers on the launching pad. Its book is drab and uninventive; its songs are also-rans, though the trumpet-tonsiled Merman voice is always in the winner's circle. Jerome Robbins' dance spoofs are designed to show how funny-awful vaudeville was, and by sheer glut and garishness turn pretty gaudy-awful themselves. A Mermanly try at playing up Mama's spunk and jollifying her sadism fails when the script...
...Square. Brad is the editor of a far-out little mag called Nerves; Jan has read it, "both issues." When the pair discovers that each has been "in analysis, but not now," they get married and begin making atonal music together. The chief trouble is that Brad's pad is a 24-hour flophouse for his weirdie pals...
Cold Seat. A portable car seat that keeps the motorist cool by forcing a draft of air under and behind him will be put on sale by Comfort Conditioning, Inc. of Norfolk. Built like a conventional summer car-seat pad, the cooler has a four-blade fan in a steel housing, draws its power from the dashboard cigarette-lighter outlet. Price...
Only the day before the phone call, the U.S. had launched its eighth successful satellite, Discoverer II. It blasted from its launching pad at Vandenberg Air Force Base in California, its nose fitted with a 160-lb. capsule, its second stage jammed with equipment measuring the satellite's ability to stabilize itself in free flight (see SCIENCE). Significantly, the capsule was the first of its kind, a forerunner of the type that will later carry biomedical specimens and pave the way for the development of reconnaissance and man-in-space satellites...
When strangers sought him at the villa, Bonnard would pad out to meet them at the garden gate, blandly regret that "M. Bonnard is out." Back in the house he tacked huge canvases to the wall and dabbed at them with colors arranged on a china plate. Achieving something that suited him, he would snip it out and ship it to his dealers. Connoisseurs began buying Bonnards at modest prices; living simply, he had no money worries. His chosen life remained much the same until his death twelve years ago at 79, when he left a studio full of pictures...