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...paunchy, middle-aged Gene Autry, who owns a major share of the rodeo, sings and announces that if he didn't live in California, he'd live in Boston. A younger Annie Oakley thinks equally well of our fair city. Also present are the Riders of the Purple Sage who are still drifting along the tumbling tumbleweed searching for some cool, cool water. There is also a square dance on horseback, trick riding, and two girls doing trick roping in semi-Bikini type costumes. These interludes do not leave a great amount of time available for events, and since there...
...Confucian revivalists are not worried. The government has issued a Confucian handbook, and officials hold biweekly staff meetings at which government employees are drilled in the master's tenets. The Van-mieu "temple of literature"-with its array of tablets containing the life stories of Confucius and other sages-will be rebuilt in Saigon (the original is in now-Communist Hanoi). A' highbrow Confucian monthly will continue to expound ethics, and the literary contests begun in the sage's time will be revived. The Confucian Ballet of the Imperial City of Hue, which has rehearsed...
...especially in "Leave the Atom Alone," an amusing try by the show's authors to be socially significant. Ossie Davis does well as her occasional beau, Erik Rhodes as the exaggerated British governor of the island, Augustine as a lovable urchin, and Adelaide Hall as a homey, cloud-reading sage...
Seen superficially, Arthur Winner needs no more education. He is a successful lawyer in his 50s, a figure of Roman rectitude, a bald, grave patrician, sage and self-contained. In his middle-sized home town of Brocton (possibly located in Pennsylvania), he belongs to a comfortable upper class that has the attitudes if not the acreage of landed gentry. Within a 49-hour period, fissures of revelation about Winner's closest friends-and about himself-rip open this safe and stolid world, and almost swallow...
This may have been phrenology's finest hour. Bernard Baruch rose to become a wizard of Wall Street, a philanthropist, sportsman, landed squire, patriot, "adviser to Presidents," park-bench sage, and above all, a continuing American legend. Timed to appear on his 87th birthday, this first volume of his autobiography tells only half the Baruch story, barely reaching his World War I stint as czar of the War Industries Board (a companion volume in the fall of '58 will bring the saga up to date). The book packs no surprises, but in its engaging, unpretentious...