Word: bleak
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...earnest, nice-looking, pink-principled native of Philadelphia who was once a wonder-child at the piano, later studied composition under Nadia Boulanger and Arnold Schonberg. More than three years ago, Composer Blitzstein's opera about a steel strike, The Cradle Will Rock, was given a bleak but exciting Manhattan production, with the composer pounding a piano for lack of orchestral accompaniment. Last Sunday night, in Manhattan's Mecca Auditorium, another bleak Blitzstein opera had its opening, with the composer at the piano. No For An Answer, originally conceived as a $30,000 production, was rushed into view...
...Comfortable clothing will be a luxury. Many will die of influenza, pneumonia, tuberculosis, typhus or cholera. Of Europe's 525,000,000 people, some millions, probably never to be counted, will starve. In this second year of World War II Europe will live in the Dark Ages: in bleak despair from dawn to dusk, in blackness from dusk to dawn...
...Into the bleak courtyard of the gloomy Jihlava fortress prison last week broke armed legionnaires of the green-shirted, Fascist, anti-Semitic Iron Guard. From the prison cells they dragged 64 Carolists, lined them up in front of a long trench from whose top they had just ripped a concrete slab. In the frosty dawn they opened fire, watched the bodies crumple to earth...
Snow sifted last week through the mountain peaks and troughs of perpendicular little Albania. It laid a white blanket over thousands of stiff dead Italian soldiers on bleak slopes and in forested ravines from Porto Edda, where many of them had landed, northeastward to Lake Ochrida and the east-west gorges of the Shkumin River, where Italian commanders strove to make a stand against the relentless, amazing Greeks. Most Italians abhor cold as they do the sharp Greek bayonet, which Rome last week plaintively called a "barbaric and inhuman" weapon...
...promptly swamped by some 1,000 entries. Last week the Committee put 90 of them on exhibition in Manhattan, asked the public to help a gilt-edged jury pick the winners. On their choice for first prize both public and jury agreed. It was a picture of a bleak, bare no man's land on which a solitary, leafless tree stood silhouetted. Its simple motto: "Lest we regret. . . ." Its painter: Manhattan freelance Commercial Artist Arthur Hawkins...