You may recall a few days ago when this column reported a joke that HENRY SCHLEIFF, of Court TV, told about poisoned mushrooms.
According to Brad Stone, a trash-talking sign was hung on a wall in the P13N office: "PEOPLE FORGET THAT JOHN HENRY DIED IN THE END".
She was a key and beloved member of the management team that guided Henry Street through the 1950's, 60's and 70's.
It was a period that John-Henry characterized as Butterworth's attempt to find a new style for himself and get out from under the influence of Pinter.
"I'm a HENRY," Mr. Konstantinidis added.
The policy intends that, in the newer gallery, Moderns overlap into the contemporaries so that a Henry Moore might be offered alongside a Lucian Freud, hanging next to an unknown younger artist.
But it was hard-charging songs like "Drink the Whiskey" and "Just a Woman" that saved J-Henry from being pegged a poser.
With a white mustache and a cane — and his erect posture still intact — Mr. Louis, in his 80s, spoke briefly to the sold-out crowd about making the most of minimal means, comparing the intimate black-box theater at Dance New Amsterdam to that of the Henry Street Settlement, where he performed in the works of Alwin Nikolais in the 1950s.
Because it wasn't a safeguarding issue, they had no duty to report it, and I can see why they didn't – but I did have a bit of a blast at one of the directors: "Bloody hell, you've made me look like a right chimp!" The only thing it would've changed was that Jac-Henry would still have been punished, because he hit somebody, but Georgia may have got a punishment as well.
The tornado that destroyed the Henrys' home slammed through the heart of a residential area near the small downtown of Franklin, Tex., about 125 miles south of Dallas, leaving blocks of rubble in its wake.
But I've overheard him talking to his friends and know that the-day-Henry-threw-my-computer-out-the-window is already becoming a story to laugh at.
