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How to act 007— Sean Connery
“My name is Bond— James Bond,” Sean Connery informed the world‟s moviegoers in 1962. In seven Bond films over a span of 21 years, the tall, dark Scot came to embody the suave secret agent whose code name was known around the globe: 007.
But it didn‟t go very smooth to be a successful star. The exception was Robert Henderson, a 47-year-old Yank who direction South Pacific One day, Henderson had a long talk with the muscle man whose determination seemed irrepressible. Connery told Henderson he hoped to become a professional soccer player.
“Well look,” said Henderson. “With soccer, at 28 or 30, it‟ all over. Then what do you do? Wouldn‟t you rather be an actor?” “How?” asked Connery, “I left school at 13.”
Henderson nodded. “You‟ve practically no education. But you have an imagination and a mind. I will give you a list of ten books that you should read.”
The “ten” books that Henderson mentioned were more like 200, including the complete works of Shakespeare, Thomas Wolfe and Oscar Wilde. But Connery tackled them—every day, applying all the energy and tenacity he got from his parents. He would go to the library and stay there till curtain time.
Late at night, he would sit up with his tape recorder, hearing a voice that certainly wasn‟t Polish and was sounding little less Scottish. Acting, he decided after a year of this, was going to his career. And for his new life, Connery had chosen a new name.
In 1957, the BBC produced Rod Serling‟s play Requiem for a heavyweight. The down-and-out prize fighter, Mountain McClintock, was played by a young actor who head boxed in the Royal Navy. His name—Sean Connery.
The same year, Connery was cast in a production of Anna Christie. The title role was played by ash blond Diane Celento. She was to become Connery‟s wife a few years later.
By then Connery had appeared in five forgettable films—but in one of them, he caught the eye of Walt Disney, who brought him to the United States in 1958. Disney cast him as Michael McBride, the
love interest in a story about leprechauns called Darby O‟Gil and the little people. In the film‟s climax, McBride has a rousing fistfight with the village bully.
Among those who took note of Connery‟s screen presence in Darby was producer Harry Saltzman who, with co-producer Albert R. “Cubby” Rroccoli, was easting a film of their won based on Dr. No, the 1958 novel by Ian Fleming.
Connery was called to the producer‟s London office for an interview. “We watcher him bound across the street like Superman,” said Saltzman later. “We knew we had our Bond.”
But Ian Fleming, author of the James Bond novels, had casting approval and was harder to persuade. “He‟d have loved to have had Cary Grant in the role, but there wasn‟t enough money for that,” says Connery. “So he was obliged to agree that I would do it.”
Play it Connery did, and splendidly—five times in all in the 60s, from Dr. No, from Russia with love, Gold finger and Thunder ball to You only Live Twice. His debonair charm and magnetic good looks on screen captivated audiences around the globe. Small boys from Chicago to Rome could tell you exactly what 007 said when Gold Finger threatened him with a laser:
“Do you expect me to talk?”
“No, Mr. Bond. I expect you to die.”
But 007 did not die. The Bond pictures‟ success permitted Connery to move his wife, their son, Jason, and his stepdaughter into a town house overlooking London‟s Acton Park. He was also able to buy his parents a more comfortable home and persuade his father to retire. He also set up Scottish International Educational Trust with $ 1 million, to help underprivileged Scots go to college.
Bill Gates in His Boyhood
As a child—and as an adult as well—Bill was untidy. It has been said that in order to counteract this. Mary drew up weekly clothing plans for him. On Mondays he might go to school in blue, on Tuesdays in green, on Wednesdays in brown, on Thursdays in black, and so on , Weekend meal schedules might also be planned in detail. Everything time, at work or during his leisure time.
Dinner table discussions in the Gate‟s family home were always lively and educational. “It was a rich environment in which to learn,” Bill remembered.
Bill‟s contemporaries, even at the age, recognized that he was exceptional. Every year, he and his friends would go to summer camp. Bill especially liked swimming and other sports. One of his summer camp friends recalled, “He was never a nerd or a goof or the kind of kid you didn‟t want your team. We all knew Bill was smarter than us. Even back then, when he was nine or ten years old, he talked like an adult and could express himself in ways that none of us understood.”
Bill was also well ahead of his classmates in mathematics and science. He needed to go to a school that challenged him to Lakeside—an all-boys‟ school for exceptional students. It was Seattle‟s most exclusive school and was noted for its rigorous
academic demands, a place where “even the dumb kids were smart.”
Lakeside allowed students to pursue their own interests, to
whatever extent they wished. The school prided itself on making conditions and facilities available that would enable all its students to reach their full potential . It was the ideal environment for someone like Bill Gates.
In 1968, the school made a decision that would change
thirteen-year-old Bill Gates‟s life—and that of many of others, too.
Funds were raised, mainly by parents, that enabled the school to gain access to a computer—a Program Data
processor(PDP)—through a teletype machine. Type in a few
instructions on the teletype machine and a few seconds later the PDP would type back its response. Bill Gates was immediately hooked— so was his best friend at the time, Kent Evans, and another student, Paul Allen, who was two years older than Bill.
Whenever they had free time, and sometimes when they didn‟t, they would dash over to the computer room to use the machine. The students became so single-minded that they soon overtook their teachers in knowledge about computing and got into a lot of trouble because of their obsession. They were neglecting their other
studies—every piece of word was handed in late. Classes were cut. Computer time was also proving to be very expensive. Within months, the whole budget that had been set aside for the year had been used up.
At fourteen, Bill was already writing short programs for the
computer to perform. Early games programs such as Tic-Tac-Toe, or Noughts and Crosses, and Lunar Landing were written in what was to become Bill‟s second language, BASIC.
One of the reasons Bill was so good at programming is because it is mathematical and logical. During his time at Lakeside, Bill scored a perfect eight hundred on a mathematics test. It was extremely important to him to get this grade-he had to take the test more than once in order to do it.
If Bill Gates was going to be good at something, it was essential to be the best.
Bill‟s and Paul‟s fascination with computers and the business world meant that they read a great deal. Paul enjoyed magazines like Popular Electronics, Computer time was expensive and, because both boys were desperate to get more time and because Bill already had an insight into what they could achieve financially, the two of them decided to set themselves up as a company: The Lakeside
Programmers Group. “Let‟s call the real world and try to sell something to it!” Bill announced.
Mark Twain in Hannibal
When be wrote The Adventures of Tom Sawyer and The
Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, Mark Twain turned Hannibal,
Missouri—which he later described as a “white town drowsing in the sunshine of a summer‟s morning” — into an American literary Mecca. No other town in the country has stronger associations with an author, and Twain readily acknowledged its role in his success.
The relationship between Hannibal and Twain began in November 1839, when Twain‟s father, John Clemens, decided to leave the
hamlet of Florida, Missouri, and move east about 35 miles(56km) to the somewhat larger and more prosperous Hannibal, on the banks of the Mississippi River. Twain, then known as Samuel Clemens, marked his fourth birthday about a week after the family settled there. He showed little promise of becoming a long-term resident. However, because his health was so poor that his parents probably feared he would not survive childhood.
During the family‟s first few years in Hannibal, Twain was too young to understand fully the changes going on around him. John Clemens, though trained as a lawyer, tried to support his family by running a store and speculating in real estate. When those ventures failed, Clemens was forced to postpone his plans to establish a permanent home for the family.
About 1843, he began concentrating on the practice of law, a decision that brought some stability to the family finances and
enabled him to have a house built. Construction began in 1843, and the family moved into the new house the next year. Situated on Hill Street, near the center of town, the modest two-story frame house attracted little attention during the years when the family called it home. The kitchen, dining room and parlor were on the first floor, and three bedrooms, along with a small wardrobe room, were upstairs.
About the time the family moved into their new home. Twain‟s health improved dramatically. Instead of having to lead a quiet indoor life, he could roam the streets of Hannibal. Climb the surrounding hills, explore the area‟s caves and splash about in local swimming holes. He reveled in his newfound freedom, spending nearly all his free time playing outdoors with the other boys in town and soon becoming a leader. One member of his gang was Twain‟s and became a close friend. Twain‟s many comrades also included girls. Across the street lived one named Laura Hawkins, with whom he often flirted.
Twain‟s carefree days did not last long, His father used their
house as collateral for a friend‟s loan, and the creditor took possession when the loan failed. A physician who lived diagonally across the street from the family offered to let them live in his home, which was called the Pilaster House because of its decorative columns. The Clemens family moved into that house sometime in late 1846. On March 24, 1847, John Clemens died. His wife, Jane Lampton Clemens, and their oldest son, Orion, managed to regain possession of the little house on Hill Street, and the family moved back into it that summer. These events dampened but did not extinguish Twain‟s cheerful disposition.
For the next six years, Twain, his brother Henry, and his sister
Pamela live with their mother in the family home. Twain began taking odd jobs after school to bring in extra cash. Within a year of his
father‟s death, he quit school and became an apprentice printer, and when his brother Orion bought the Hannibal Journal in 1851, Twain went to work for him as a printer and editorial assistant. The stories he wrote for Orion‟s paper, his first publications, taught him that he much preferred writing to typesetting. Thus, when he decided to leave Hannibal in May 1853, he already had an inkling of his future career.
My First Time in Philadelphia — Benjamin Franklin I walked up the street, gazing about till near the market-house I met a boy with bread. I had made many a meal on bread, and, inquiring where he got it, I went immediately to the baker‟s he
directed me to, in Second-street, and asked for biscuit, intending such as we had in Boston; but they, it seems, were not made in
Philadelphia. Then I asked for a three-penny loaf, and was told they had none such. So not considering or knowing the difference of money, and the greater cheapness nor the names of his bread, I bade him give me three-penny worth of any sort.
He gave me, accordingly, three great puffy rolls, I was surprised at the quantity, but took it, and, having no room in my pockets, walked off with a roll under each arm, and eating the other. Thus I went up Market-street as far as Fourth-street, passing by the door of Mr. Read, my future wife‟s father; when he, standing at the door, saw me, and thought I made, as I certainly did, a most awkward,
ridiculous appearance. Then I turned and went down Chestnut-street and part of Walnut street, eating my roll all the way, and, coming round, found myself again at Market-street wharf, near the boat I came in , to which I went for a draught of the river water; and, being filled with one of my rolls, gave the other two to a woman and her child that came down the river in the boat with us, and were waiting to go farther.
Thus refreshed, I walked again up the street, which by this time had many clean-dressed people in it, who were all walking the same way. I joined them, and thereby was led into the great meeting-house of the Quakers near the market. I sat down among them, and, after looking round awhile and hearing nothing said, being very drowsy through labor and want of rest the preceding night, I fell fast asleep, and continued so till the meeting broke up. When one was kind enough to rouse me, this was, therefore, the first house I was in, or slept in, in Philadelphia.
Walking down again toward the river, and, looking in the faces of people, I met a young Quaker man, whose countenance I liked, and, accosting him requested he would tell me where a stranger could get lodging . We were then near the sign of the Three Mariners. “Here”, says he “is one place that entertains strangers, but it is not a
reputable house; if thee wilt walk with me, I‟ll show thee a better.” He brought me to the Crooked Billet in Water-street. Here I got a dinner; and, while I was eating it, several sly questions were asked me, as it
seemed to be suspected form my youth and appearance, that I might be some runaway.
After dinner, my sleepiness returned, and being shown to a bed, I lay down without undressing and slept till six in the evening, was called to supper, went to bed again very early, and slept soundly till next morning. Then I made myself as tidy as I could, and went to Andrew Bradford the printer‟s. I found in the shop the old man his father, whom I had seen at New York, and who, traveling on
horseback, had got to Philadelphia before me. He introduced me to his son, who received me civilly, gave me a breakfast, but told me he did not at present want a hand, being lately supplied with one; but there was another printer in town, lately set up, one Keimer, who, perhaps, might employ me; if not, I should be welcome to lodge at his house, and he would give me a little work to do now and then till fuller business should offer.
The old gentleman said he would go with me to the new printer; and when we found him, “Neighbor,” says Bradford, “ I have brought to see you a young man of your business; perhaps you may want such a one.” He asked me a few questions, put a composing stick in my hand to see how I worked, and then said he would employ me soon, though he had just then nothing for me to do……
The Rush Hour of Jackie Chan
A hero is being hung down from a helicopter some 200 feet above. As the sun bets down, he swings about. Suddenly, a top needle of a skyscraper is pressing toward him. He fails to dodge and bumps heavily on the concrete needle.
This stimulating shot impressed in numerous Jackie Chan fans. Now it‟s the “ rush hour” to be repaid for that devotion for him. As an Asia‟s favorite action hero, he has finally conquered Hollywood. Rush Hour, Chan‟s new made-in-America blockbuster, rocketed to the top of the charts on its opening weekend in the United States, winning an unexpected cross-over audience. In three days, the box-office tally was $33 million—the highest weekend gross ever for New Line
Cinema. Now in its sixth week in American theatres, the film, directed by Brett Ratner, has so far taken in more than $117 million.
Chan had already scored when such films as Rumble in the Bronx and First Strike were released in mainstream theatres in the U. S., and not just in Chinatown and specialty video stores. Now Rush Hour has turned Jackie Chan into a household name the way Enter the Dragon made a legend of Bruce Lee.
The bi-racial pairing and good cop/bad cop storyline are
predictably formulaic — Chan is Chinese and co-star Chris Tucker is black — similar to such films as the Lethal Weapon series starring Mel Gibson and Danny Glover. Yet the producers have wisely focused on the strengths of the two stars: Tucker‟s hilarious, rapid-fire jive-talk, and Chan‟s nimble derring-do in tight spaces and high places.
The film begins in Hong Kong on the eve of the hand-over as Han, a mainland Chinese diplomat, is dispatched to Los Angeles as consul general. A gangster promptly kidnaps Han‟s darling daughter — and demands $50 million as ransom.
Though the vaunted Federal Bureau of Investigation gets called in, Han sends for his own man from Hong Kong, Lee (Chan), a Hong Kong detective with specialties to Han‟s family. The FBI doesn‟t like this one bit, and the stereotypical operation chief barks: “This is an FBI
assignment, and I don‟t need and help from the LAPD” —Los Angeles Police Department — “or some Chpngking cop!”
When Lee arrives, LAPD Detective James Carter (Tucker) is
assigned to keep him out of the real investigation. The dynamic duo
inevitably team up, getting into one scrape after another. For example, they pursue one suspect through a building, nearly catching up with him until their collective weight sends them crashing through a rotting bridge.
Fortunately, much of the lame storyline is played for laughs. Tucker, an arrogant cop more interested in grabbing glory than in police teamwork, delivers his politically incorrect pronouncements on women, Asians, and anyone else, in a rambling, high-pitched voice. In one of the funniest scenes, Tucker takes Chan to mingle with other tourists in front of the famous Hollywood landmark; Mann‟s Chinese Theatre — built as a fantasy interpretation of “Chinese” during the Art Deco period. He says: “Look familiar? Just like home, doesn‟t it” You might see one of your cousins walking‟ around here.”
At first, Chan seems to be a hapless patsy to Tucker‟s bullying. Ultimately, he proves himself by making a getaway in the inimitable Jackie Chan way — deftly leaping from the top of a double-decker tour bus to a street sign suspended overhead, dropping onto a passing flat-bed truck, then into the motor-home of startled American vacationers, before somersaulting into a taxi.
The climax of the film comes when Chan is seen tip-toeing across five-storey-high beams inside the Los Angeles Convention Centre.
Long-time Jackie Chan fans may find his antics too familiar and the film‟s slick editing relying more on camera tricks than real stunts. After all, Chan is almost 44 years old and Hollywood insurance codes prohibit actors from performing some of the outrageous stunts for which Hong Kong films are famous. Still, Chan has always been
considered one of the most popular and respected stars in the Chinese film world. Given the typical typecasting of Asians as hookers or triads (witness Jet Li‟s Western debut in Lethal Weapon 4), Jackie Chan‟s relaunch as an action hero in the West is a resounding triumph.
MACHINE MAD — HENRY FORD
Growing up on a remote Michigan farm, Henry Ford knew little of all this — but he soon showed signs that he belonged to a new generation of Americans interested more in the industrial future than in the agricultural past. Like most pioneer farmers, his father, William, hoped that his eldest son would join him on the farm，enable it to expand, and eventually take it over. But Henry proved a
disappointment. He hated farm work and did everything he could to avoid it. It was not that he was lazy. Far from it, Give him a mechanical job to do， from mending the hinges of a gate to
sharpening tools, and he would set to work eagerly. It was the daily life of the farm, with its repetitive tasks, that frustrated him. “What a waste it is,” he was to write years later, remembering his work in the fields, “for a human being to spend hours and days behind a slowly moving team of houses.
Henry was excited by the possibilities for the future that were being opened up by developments in technology that could free farmers like his father from wasteful and boring toil. But these developments, in Henry‟s boyhood, had touched farming hardly at all and farmers went on doing things in the way they had always done. Low profits, the uncertainties of the weather, and farmers‟ instinctive resistance to change prevented all but the richest and most far-sighted farmers from taking advantage of the new age of machines.
So Henry turned his attention elsewhere. When he was twelve he became almost obsessively interested in clocks and watches. Like most children before and since, he became fascinated by peering into the workings of a timepiece and watching the movement of ratchets and wheels, springs and pendulums. Soon he was repairing clocks and watches for friends, working at a bench he built in his bedroom. In 1876, Henry suffered a grievous blow. Mary died in childbirth. There was now no reason for him to stay on the farm， and he
resolved to get away as soon as he could. Three years later, he took a job as a mechanic in Detroit. By this time steam engines had joined clocks and watches as objects of Henry‟s fascination.
According to an account given by Henry himself, he first saw a steam-driven road locomotive one day in 1877 when he and his father, in their horse-drawn farm wagon, met one on the road. The
locomotive driver stopped to let the wagon pass, and Henry jumped down and went to him with a barrage of technical questions about the
engine‟s performance. From then on, for a while, Henry became infatuated with steam engines. Making and installing them was the business of the Detroit workshop that he joined at the age of sixteen.
A chance meeting with an old co-worker led to a job for Henry as an engineer at the Edison Detroit Electricity Company, the leading force in another new industry. Power stations were being built and cables being laid in all of the United States‟ major cities; the age of electricity had dawned. But although Henry quickly learned the ropes of his new job— so quickly that within four years he was chief engineer at the Detroit power plant — his interest in fuel engines had come to
dominate his life. At first in the kitchen of his and Clara‟s home, and later in a shed at the back of their house, he spent his spare time in the evenings trying to build an engine to his own design.
Meanwhile, Henry‟s domestic responsibilities had increased. In
November 1893, Clara gave birth to their first and only child, Edsel. Henry learned the hard way what a slow, painstaking business it was to build an engine by hand from scratch. Every piece of every component had to be fashioned individually, checked and rechecked, and tested. Every problem had to be worried over and solved by the builder. To ease the burden, Henry joined forces with another mechanic, Jim Bishop, Even so, it was two years before they had succeeded in building a working car. It was an ungainly-looking
vehicle, mounted on bicycle wheels and driven by a rubber belt that connected the engine to the rear wheels. Henry called it the “Quadricycle”.
The Firm Helen Keller
In 1882 a baby girl caught a fever that was so fierce she nearly died. She survived but the fever left its mark — she could no longer see or hear. Because she could not hear she also found it very difficult to speak.
So how did this child, blinded and deafened at 19 months old, grow up to become a world-famous author and public speaker?
The fever cut her off from the outside world, depriving her of sight and sound. It was as if she had been thrown into a dark prison cell from which there could be no release.
Luckily Helen was not someone who gave up easily. Soon she began to explore the world by using her other senses. She followed her mother wherever she went, hanging onto her skirts; she touched and smelled everything she came across. She copied their actions and was soon able to do certain jobs herself, like milking the cows or kneading dough, She even learnt to recognize people by feeling their faces or their clothes. She could also tell where she was in the garden by the smell of the different plants and the feel of the ground under her feet.
By the age of seven she had invented over 60 different signs by which she could talk to her family, If she wanted bread for example, she would pretend to cut a loaf and butter the slices. If she wanted ice cream she wrapped her arms around herself and pretended to shiver.
Helen was unusual in that she was extremely intelligent and also remarkably sensitive. By her own efforts she had managed to make some sense of an alien and confusing world. But even so she had limitations.
At the age of five Helen began to realize she was different from other people. She noticed that her family did not use signs like she did but talked with their mouths. Sometimes she stood between two people and touched their lips. She could not understand what they said and she could not make any meaningful sounds herself. She wanted to talk but no matter how she tried she could not make herself understood. This makes her so angry that she used to hurl herself around the room, kicking and screaming in frustration.
As she got older her frustration grew and her rages became worse and worse. She became wild and unruly. If she didn‟t get what she wanted she would throw tantrums until her family gave in. Her
favorite tricks included grabbing other people‟s food from their plates and hurling fragile objects to the floor. Once she even managed to lock her mother into the pantry. Eventually it became clear that
something had to be done. So, just before her seventh birthday, the family hired a private tutor — Anne Sullivan.
Anne was careful to teach Helen especially those subjects in which she was interested. As a result Helen became gentler and she soon learnt to read and write in Braille. She also learnt to read people‟s lips by pressing her finger-tips against them and feeling the movement and vibrations. This method is called Tadoma and it is a skill that very, very few people manage to acquire. She also learnt to speak, a major achievement for someone who could not hear at all.
Helen proved to be a remarkable scholar, graduating with honors from Radcliff College in 1904. She had phenomenal powers of concentration and memory, as well as a dogged determination to succeed. While she was still at college she wrote „The Story of My Life‟. This was an immediate success and earned her enough money to buy her own house.
She toured the country, giving lecture after lecture. Many books were written about her and several plays and films were made about her life. Eventually she became so famous that she was invited abroad and received many honors from foreign universities and monarchs. In 1932 she became a vice-president of the Royal National Institute for the Blind in the United Kingdom.
After her death in 1968 an organization was set up in her name to combat blindness in the developing world. Today that agency, Helen Keller International, is one of the biggest organizations working with blind people overseas.
Thomas Edison in Brockton
As a young man, Edison had worked as an electrical technician for George Field＿a distant relative and friend of Daniel Field‟s farther. Although the relationship between George Field and the often rash Edison had been notoriously strained, Daniel Field was one of the first to cordially welcome the now famous inventor to Brockton to
construct his branch. It didn‟t take long, however, before the idealistic Field and the pragmatic Edison found them on a collision course on an issue that would make environmental history.
Although he was a tough-minded world class entrepreneur, Field was also a deeply committed, self-styled urban conservationist. “Somehow, he never had a problem in blending his lasting love of nature and community with his absolute faith in „pure‟ capitalism.” He never wavered in his belief that “A city requires an abundance of natural and architectural beauty and goodness in order for its inhabitants to be truly happy.”
One Edison‟s crew indicated that the branches of a number of the beautiful elm trees in the downtown area needed to be heavily trimmed to accommodate a 2000-foot extension cord, Field was asked to lead an opposition movement. Recalling how “decaying” layers of telegraph wires, arc light wires, and telephone wires were such a blight in New York City, Field and others argued that Edison was about to “introduce similar havoc” in Brockton.
Regardless of the strong civic challenge led by the impassioned 28-year-old Field, Edison did not immediately change his plans. The cost of his Brockton branch of the Edison Ⅲemanating Light Company was over budgeted ····· “The firm had already spent more than half firm had already spent more than half of its allotted resources on the facility.” Accordingly, he promptly dropped the issue into the hands of Garrison.
Garrison was a highly articulate author and part-time actor.
Edison greatly valued his unusual ability to win over an audience with humor and satire. On one occasion a group of local hecklers from the gas company tried to convince an audience that the “mad wizard from New Jersey was about to blow up the whole village,” Garrison readily turned the tables and made them the laughing stock.
Nonetheless, Garrison was hindered in his efforts to allay the local public‟s concern over the impact form Edison‟s proposed plan to use
above-ground wiring. Field‟s warning that "····· a river of copper would cut through the branches of our ancient elm trees and eventually darken the blue sky over our beautiful village ···” was seared into the public mindset.
The result was that, even though the decision involved a number of untested changes, Edison agreed to hide the one inch diameter cable at least 2 feet below ground. It was a decision that made his unique Brockton Standardized System even more singular than
originally designed. For the first time in history, it combined the high energy efficiency associated with type H (three-wire) generation and distribution with the aesthetics associated with subterranean wiring.
Finally, by mid-September of 1883, the remarkable Brockton operation was ready to go into service, The circuit, which involved 150 of Edison‟s lastes “600-hour 10-candle-watt bulbs,” was connected to more than a dozen retail establishments, including a barber shop and a popular billiard hall that had formerly used “buzzing and blinking” arc lights. On October 1, thirty-seven-year-old Edison and a troupe of famous associates arrived. By train, from Boston to oversee the first official use of “his latest and most remarkable contrivance.”
By 5 P. M —even though the event had not been publicized — a relatively large crowd had gathered at the School plant. They
anxiously watched as Edison and his assistants tinkered with the wires, batteries and huge dynamos. At 6:15 P.M., after being “rather
spontaneously introduced to the onlookers,” Edison stepped over to the panel and threw the master switch.
How to act 007— Sean Connery “My name is Bond— James Bond,” Sean Connery informed the world‟s moviegoers in 1962. In seven Bo…
How to act 007— Sean Connery “My name is Bond— James Bond,” Sean Connery informed the world‟s moviegoers in 1962. In seven Bo…