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Festival (by Sam and Bella Spewack) takes place in the rococo sunroom of a music impresario. Phones blare, tempers explode, rival artists snarl and spit. Then a lady music teacher arrives with a child prodigy to make things really hum. Soon she is rumored to be a famous pianist's discarded mistress and the prodigy their illegitimate son. With the child's real father suspecting his wife, and a lady cellist buzzing with sex. it all suggests a game of musical sofas...
...game enthusiasm was high in the Field House last night and the traditional row of flares was set up to light a path for the squad as it came off the field. In the locker rooms, managers kept up a blare of Harvard band music, and most of the walls were marked with two words in chalk: "Beat Yale...
...tappings through the opening medleys. They had learned in grammar school music appreciation classes that true music lovers don't keep time with their feet, but with their souls. By the time the band got to the Harvard medley, everyone was bound should and foot by the melodious blare, and was stomping away with joy and a new-found pride in an already favorite Harvard institution...
Though they had speed and blare at times as well as sappiness, those musicals were in general the ladyfingers of an age of hooch. The scene of The Boy Friend is a British-flavored bit of the Riviera, the romance is between two frightfully rich young things (Julie Andrews and John Hewer) who represent themselves to each other as awfully poor. "I could be happy with you," they duet, "if you could be happy with me." Between whiles, girls wearing frocks with waistlines near their shins mince about squealing genteel idiocies ; everybody makes remarks of a piercing obviousness; couples tango...
...Caraleigh at the southern fringe of Raleigh, N.C., stands the Windmill. Its dragon-green neon arms whirl day and night, its sexy carhops skip out in black slacks to take orders on the big, asphalt parking space, its gigantic jukebox, hitched up to outdoor amplifiers, drenches the area with blare: Pin Ball Boogie, maybe, or Jo Stafford's plangent yearning for someone to Make Love to Me -and always plenty of hillbilly...