Word: anta
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...then, on the cold, wet night of December eleventh, 1958--just eight short months after John Ciardi had despaired of a major professional production for years to come--on the stage of the ANTA Theatre, at the corner of 52nd Street and Broadway, Archibald MacLeish's "play in verse" received its New York City premiere. The production had enlisted a somewhat disparate but unquestionably distinguished group of the biggest talents in the business: Elia Kazan, Boris Aronson, Raymond Massey, Christopher Plummer, Pat Hingle. Everyone involved, in Newsweek's candid prose, was taking "a calculated risk; the drama had arrived...
Symphony. The New York Philharmonic returned in triumph from its ten-week, ANTA-sponsored tour of Europe and the Near East, was greeted at Carnegie Hall with a red carpet, laurel-draped boxes, and placards reading "Welcome Home, International Heroes!" All told, the orchestra had played a brain-fogging total of 50 concerts in 29 cities of 17 countries. Unfortunately, the pace showed. The program was one that Bernstein and crew had played repeatedly in Europe: Beethoven's "Egmont" Overture and Triple Concerto (with Lenny conducting from the piano), Shostakovich's Fifth Symphony. Conductor Bernstein gave...
...Thanks, Fritz." Then several players trampled across the suit. Reason for the musicians' fury: an announcement made to the orchestra a few minutes earlier by Conductor Fritz Reiner. "For your own good," Reiner told them, he had canceled the "awful tour" planned for the orchestra this summer by ANTA and the State Department. The players responded with hisses and boos...
Next day another announcement merely served to twist the knife in Chicago's wounded pride: the canceled tour, said ANTA, would be taken over by the New York Philharmonic, under the leadership of Conductor Leonard Bernstein...
...Crowds queued up last week along Manhattan's West 52nd Street in front of the ANTA Theater, which houses neither a fluffy comedy nor a roaring musical, but a somber, free-verse reworking of the Book of Job. Poet Archibald MacLeish's J.B. (TIME, Dec. 22) was booked onto Broadway with scant attention from theater-party givers and a skimpy advance sale of $46,000. On top of that it ran into the truly Jobian trial of New York's newspaper strike, which muffled the critics' unanimous raves. Yet when news about J.B. did spread...