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...moment Alexander Wiley heard some of his weird Wisconsin Republican colleagues let loose, he had good reason to guess that he was licked. The state G.O.P. convention, meeting in Milwaukee last week to choose its candidate for the U.S. Senate primary in September, cheered attacks on "Uncle Sap's" foreign-aid program, then passed resolutions praising the Bricker amendment and the McCarran-Walter Immigration Act. As everybody knew, Alex Wiley had been consistently faithful to the Administration's foreign policy as ranking Republican on the Senate Foreign Relations Committee, had voted against the Bricker amendment, and had even...
...collected works of William Saroyan-twelve full-length plays, seven novels and some 1,500 short stories-could be sap-boiled down to a single sentence, it would read, "Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus." In the days of The Daring Young Man on the Flying Trapeze, The Time of Your Life and My Name Is Aram, Saroyan brought to this simple message an elfin charm, an infectiously wacky humor, and a flavor of childlike sweetness, as if his tales had been stolen from some happily hidden jam pot of life. But of late, the middle-aging (47) pixy...
...playwriting, Will Success Spoil Rock Hunter? often badly slithers; and as satire, it is too often a mere family joke. More surprisingly, the sap in Playwright Axelrod's spoofing suddenly turns to syrup. Kidding the blonde siren at the start, Will Success offers a lowdown but lively Monroe Doctrine; championing the playwright at the end, it provides a weirdly solemn Declaration of Independence. (By this time, in Hollywood plays, integrity should be seen and not heard.) And in all the final putting things to rights, there is no trace of irony. If Hollywood filmed Faust, Faust might be expected...
...were holding a hashish lollipop, and he sighs: "Now I know how the angels feel!" Down on the ground his instructor (James Whitmore) breathes a blessing: "Show 'em up, tiger! You own the sky." All of this naturally makes Airman McConnell seem a bit of a sap as well as a lot of a hero, and strongly suggests that the Air Force itself is just a shining-faced troop of hi-octane Boy Scouts on an overnight hike to Cloud 8. In fairness to the producers, it has to be said that they meant better than they made; nevertheless...
...each heel end a dirty sap breaks...