Word: anciently
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...schemes, with good old English names like Plain Bob Triples, Grandsire Cinques and Spliced Surprises. A proper piece of change-ringing takes anywhere from six to twelve hours, keeps from five to twelve men busy pulling the bell ropes. Guardians of this little English art are London's Ancient Society of College Youths...
Ugly smears of unfavorable publicity seem to be Harvard's inevitable lot as a result of the Browder affair. This time it will be the liberal press to start up aghast at a "suppression of free speech" by the nation's ancient stronghold of academic liberalism. The mere fact that Browder has been denied the use of a University platform will be enough for most earnest advocates of civil rights. Others of liberal persuasion will see in this a part of the current Dies-ignited red-baiting campaign. The total effect is another black eye for Harvard--and Harvard undergraduates...
...people, a chant of love for the scorned & rejected. He has filled a San Francisco waterfront dive with prostitutes, sailors, cops, bums, drunks, slot-machine addicts, hoofers, young men in love, old men in rags. Some of these people are as touching as his battered Arab who plays an ancient, mournful wail upon a harmonica. Some are as uproariously funny as his prodigious, W. C. Fieldsy liar (Len Doyle) who bursts on the stage with: "I don't suppose you ever fell in love with a midget weighing 39 pounds?" All are forlorn. But by means of a wealthy drunk...
Last week Devi Dja and her group of 20-odd mum, placid-faced little Balinese landed in Manhattan. With them was Prince Raden Waloejo, cousin of Java's reigning sultan, himself a pretty good dancer of the Wajang-Wong (ancient Balinese national epic). Also in the troupe were nine gamelan musicians with queer gongs and xylophones, a special Balinese cook to home-cook rice and fish, Devi Dja's younger (18) sister Devi Emah with her ten-months-old baby...
Their first performance in the Guild Theatre was a sellout, for few Manhattanites had ever seen a temple dance outside of tantalizing glimpses in the movies. For them Devi Dja and her accordion-bellied maidens imitated ancient frescoes, did solemn ritualistic wriggles, proved with deft, complicated gestures that Bali's classic dance is not as simple as a sarong. Between these pantomimes and rituals, the wiry, Balinese youths ritualistically jabbed at each other with crooked knives...