Word: balalaika
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...octaves. Other refinements: "alto pans," "tune-booms." and "bass-booms." For their Manhattan audience. the Invaders beat their way through some celesta-like calypsos and a Mambo in F. One listener compared the sound to that of "a Jovian steel guitar." Consensus: certainly the best back-alley balalaika of the fall season...
...Minute Test. Hurok's own musical accomplishment consists in having once played the balalaika badly, which puts him in a class with Caesar Petrillo, who was bad on the trumpet. Hurok lets the public pick his artists. He spends hours in the box office, listening to what price seats customers ask for, to judge what traffic an artist will bear. During intermissions he slips quietly through the crowd, eavesdropping on customer comment. Says he: "When I discover an artist I sit in the audience just like the public. ... If you sit 25 minutes without squirming and your eyes...
...noncollapsible climaxes, probably the most efficient roof-raisers of their type known to the trade. Conductor Artur Rodzinski put it through its power-dives with a veteran test pilot's skill. At times the orchestra glittered with satire; at others it seemed to strum itself like a giant balalaika...
Married. Ilona Massey, 30, blonde, Budapest-born film singer (Balalaika}; and Alan Curtis, 31, cinemactor (Four Sons); each for the second time; in Los Angeles. Gushed Dancer Massey, who developed her affection for Curtis when she saw him minister to an injured woman in Boise, Idaho last spring: "He was so sweet and tender . . . that I just fell in love with him." Died. Laurence Hills, 61, long-time editor and general manager of the European edition of the New York Herald Tribune, oldtime member of the all-star staff of the turn-of-the-century New York...
...Square is a whirling top. Buses are leaving every minute: what will you have? The world is yours: Zero Hereford, The Folies Bergere, or just Belmont. Traffic on Boylston Street is stalled. Blow your horn, blow: Saturday night waits for no man. A car radio is shrilling: "At the Balalaika, who knows what mystery tonight may bring?" Who knows? Around every corner, around every smile is mystery...