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THE CHAPLIN REV
a selection of three previously
unavailable shorts
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A Dogs Life
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Things
were
fine
in '69...
The man was comically old-fashioned. He had hair to his
shoulders (balding on top), and he wore faded jeans, a plaid
lumber jack shirt and some battered hiking boots. The woman
behind him was dr essed the same way.
Teen-agers stared at them as they made their way through
the audience to their seats and sat down beside the youth.
The man and the woman talked for awhile. Then the man
leaned toward the youth. "You're here for Newman, I guess.
Aren't you?" The youth nodded.
"How old are you?" the man asked.
"17."
"Sheez. I'm 28. Eleven years ago, 1969, let's see, yeah, my
God when I was your age, I went to Woodstock." He looked
intensely at the youth.
"Were you? Gaw," the youth said, waving to a friend a few
lows down.
"I'm here for the wnrmup band," the man went on, gazing
toward the empty stage. "I still say Clapton can outplay
anybody hell, it takes a little maturity to be really good."
"I saw Woodstock on TV," the youth interjected. "I liked
that part where he played the national anthem."
"No, no, that was Jiini Hendrix."
"Oh, yeah." The youth wrinkled his brow. "I thought it
w.:r Clapton."
1 hey .Vv'cii ."! the crowd for awhile. It was past the starting
line
"Lemon's , cood singer," the man said. He laughed. "I
rc-m-mber how everybody kept saying they'd have to get back
tc)c li. r. They have to, you 'now, but there was no way.
R ico':; the drummer tonight, though, boy I like that. This is
fj '.''ii -;; be great."
T h; youth nocldod emphatically. "Oh, yeah."
1 ho house lights dimmed until the stage sat waiting in the
I;; .'jljtncss of the stage lights, the amps and drums ready.
i hey wjikf.i! onstage, and the audience clapped. First came
it o !ii)b player and the Moog man. They were young and
professional looking.
"I ho--1 came the other three, "he guitarists and the drummer.
TV,' :"::!! vnoed up and cheered. The guitarist who stepped
'.! hoM i..' i,ie m;ke wore denims and a bunch of metal
!.!?!'.; .v'i.Si rJ ;.iiv; on them. He had wire-rimmed glassed
;!'! ..' . hi:; rooked nose, and his long brown hair was
r i ; ;: !;'.' r, the Inirline receding in front.
T? i ; , J i ;;-:-r;t stood shyly waiting back beside his amp,
' . i i .h ;( his weight ard the other bent slightly
,.;s riiin, pau tit-faced, in brown corduroys His
v i i; .', i Med loosely over the guitar as he watched
' i . u ;'; h" "rthiy.
V.. i'M-.!;v, j)iej-..t.!i: htde nan behind tlio drums had a
-!.-.) in !. ; ? I ; i ho leoth his enormous nose. Ho locked
i : ! .. :j J j..., ( i: L i .'ashed so no fast opening notes, and tho
!' ! . :-:),,,;) u; 'A:. They pkyed so loudly that the yomh's
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iHI: LADY VANISHES ard Till. .V) UU
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t nl t''i,u Ali'red Hitchtr-c:k made t; r i
'"l ' piirticuljrly taken l.ry the m n ; j -1
";".'(i liy tor the humor of thc-e ttlrn-.
'fj hln din.'clor has ac h evoH the irr
r Mi'fj ( idchcock. Since 1 '.MO. all nf 1 1:
"U i.'DV VANISHtS M.irs hch.io! K'.Mh-.r.sv.
tv ' , t ' . .p ! , h kwoud and v, is made in I'i. o h
i t: c-1 u'ope and it i'i .in jut tn-i!is,,pi
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1'ievity, the vita'ity and
'i.-' ;n'Hii', ind honor as hai
" iu'i'fi inade in Amor c,i.
ADY VANISHES!
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THE 39 STEPS
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llh" ! i Mf;' : t". Robert Jon.it and Madeleine
(hei.'l ,nd .,,- 'vide m 1 9 i Porhap i the most
f- - : r I H i' li'i. !' films, (his chase film about a
'"."i fi rim' it.'-'i for a murderer is the model spy
M i id '.MIS is al'.o famous for the srene in
win. ii ti..f .mil the heroine are acridently hand-'i-'i'-'f
i'.,,l -r i r i I dlw the scene where a woman's
'' !'-.!' -. it i ii with the s ene of a train roaring
! ' .m;i'i hesiii'; him kept standing up and clapping, and ho
o. ' ; I ;v : !. .-.'i y song. "I'm a Losor," "Help!", "I Found
! ' :.:,! 'h i. ' Silly inci. nt iiongs. When Clapton played his
ii i.hciip'H! solos, tho man wot Id stomp and yell "Let's
mark kjeldgaard
you have my word
Thi audience clapped enough for one encore, but the youth
vias glad when the middle-aged musicians waved and left the
sunje. Tho man gave a final cheer and sat back, looking around
f t everyone with a red-faced smile.
Then the crowd began to pulse with anticipation. The
celling noiso crashed back and forth between the high banks
of humani'y. When the curtain opened, the sound rushed to
Kevvman':; feci, like a giant, affectionate pet and performed
tricks to tho signals of his hands and voice.
The man and the woman, the old-time rockets, seemed
rosilor;s and boied. Half an hour into the concert, they left.
Pnhsl liliH' Kihhoti 12 nu ks $2.23 rold
Aliiiailrii oik' hall' -ralloim $2.H9
Amliv Cold Cuck Chaiiipaiic $1.79
Annie (i rcciisprins 97"
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22nd & 0
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daily nebraskan
friday, September 14, 1973