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...were drowned by applause. But when 81-year-old Conductor Toscanini hopped spryly down from the podium, the whole house was on its feet screaming "viva il maestro;" cried one voice, "Non c'e che lui" (he's in a class by himself). For 19 minutes the bedlam continued; the soloists (two of whom, Soprano Herva Nelli and Baritone Frank Guarrera, Metropolitan audition winner, had been brought from the U.S. by Toscanini) took 32 curtain calls. The maestro himself took twelve, at first grinning shyly, then broadly...
Here & there, shooting parties got to work last week, but amid a bedlam of protest. In a tight-lipped editorial, the Times pointed out that, although rooks eat 26,000 tons of grain a year, they pay their way by eating 7,000 tons of harmful insects. Others recalled the rook's niche in British song & story. Cawed the poet laureate, John Masefield himself: "For how long is this proposed slaughter to continue? Who is to check the killers? Who is to decide when enough blood has been shed...
Just before 9 o'clock one morning last week, 600 pickets blocked the doors of the New York Stock and Curb Exchanges. Raucous and cocky, they greeted brokers and clerks with jeers, catcalls and boos. Girls who went into the building entered into a bedlam of epithets such as "stinking tomato" and "scab bitch." Wall Street wondered what had happened: the pickets did not seem to be the white-collar clerks, runners and telephone operators of the A.F.L. United Financial Employes, who had called a strike at the exchanges. Most of them weren...
Walkie-talkies were widely used during the war, but since they are technically radio broadcasting stations, they require a license when used by civilians. Now that this obstacle is to be overcome, the 460-470 megacycle band may become a bedlam of walkie-talkie small talk...
...first reels describe the sweet upland bedlam of hens and houseflies, pigs and children in which Uncle Tigna (superbly acted by Aldo Fabrizi, the priest in Open City) lives. He indulges his nagging wife as if she were a pet horsefly, sneaks supper to the children when they are being punished, stains his legs up to the knee treading his grapes, fusses more than the cow over a new calf...