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...Manhattan's Grand Central Terminal to Los Angeles' Union Station-to raise their voices with his in a monster Christmas Sing with Bing. The network further urged all listeners to ". . . join in. We hope to get millions of people to open their windows and let their radios blare forth, bring their portable radios out to the front porch or street corner, have car radios turned on loudly with the windows open and get loudspeakers set up in the city square." The New York World-Telegram and Sun found this "one of the more frightening Yuletide prospects" and added...
...probing to within 20 miles of Moscow, and behind them half a million square miles of Russia lay charred. Only ten years before, a sullen shuffle of a defeated, captured Nazi army marched on dismal parade through Moscow's streets. And now, with a rattle of drums, a blare of horns and the clatter of a goose-stepping honor guard, the leader of the new Germany was received in Moscow...
...Lady (Eddie Ballantine and his orchestra, Wing). "If you like a ukulele lady, ukulele lady lika you" was a phrase to conjure with during Prohibition, and the Bluejays vocal group cons up quite a bit of the nostalgia. Not so the band, which douses the mood in a boozy blare...
...With a blare of trumpets, a glitter of sequins and an outburst of romantic candles, television's most Spectacular season opened last week. NBC pronounced the summer prematurely over and raised the curtain on a season of high promise with a 90-minute version of the 1943 Broadway musical, One Touch of Venus. Janet Blair had the tiptoe grace required of a goddess awakened after slumbering for thousands of years in marble; Kurt Weill's pleasant music occasionally gave the show levitation; Russell Nype and George Gaynes struggled bravely against the shackling grasp of the heavyhanded plot...
...there never been a philosophy of kismet, doubtless the theater would have invented one. For whatever its status as metaphysics, it makes a useful handmaiden for melodrama. And exploited, as in Tonight in Samarkand, with all the blare of circus music and color of circus life, it achieves for two acts a certain quality of nice old-fashioned excitement. The play goes in for few philosophic frills, merely uses fate as a plot gimmick. A blonde girl symbolizes death, but no more abstrusely than a headwaiter symbolizes dinner...