Word: bowe
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Michigan's bow-tied. New-Dealing Governor G. Mennen ("Soapy") Williams won a fifth term after a seemingly easygoing-hut decidedly breathless-campaign against his toughest competition ever: Detroit's capable Republican Mayor Albert E. Cobo, 63. Soapy benefited mightily from Michigan's split-ticket voters was even strong upstate, far from the A.F.L.-C.I.O. machines in the big cities...
...Metropolitan Opera's opening performance, Marlene Dietrich appeared with a present for the diva: a thermos full of hot beef broth. Marlene had decided that her new friend, Soprano Maria Meneghini Callas (TIME, Oct. 29), needed strength. She did indeed. Her native city was not going to bow down to Callas without a struggle...
...rafters. At the end of the first intermission, Soprano Zinka Milanov, one of Callas' rivals, dramatically sailed down the aisle to her seat and drew an ovation. But long before the final eleven curtain calls that held the audience well past midnight, long before Callas achieved a solo bow (though solo curtain calls are outlawed under General Manager Rudolf Bing), the critical crowd had capitulated. The customary cliches about musical battles did not apply; she did not "sing like an angel." and she did not "sing her way into the audience's heart." She sang if anything like...
...Hals was nearly 70 and had modified his earlier bravura style in favor of a deeper maturity and more finely modeled values. Hals still gave the wealthy young housewife's finery its due, from dangling earrings to her triangular, diaphanous white fichu primly pinned with a golden ribbon bow. But in the modeling of the forehead, he has also suggested the very qualities which her husband (whose supposed portrait hangs in Kansas City's Nelson Gallery) no doubt most prized: not proud and haughty beauty but industry neatness and the solid virtue of goodness...
...vigorous talk, he was met by friendly people. "Well hi ... Why, hello there . . . Yes thanks, I'm feeling fine." He kept up a constant chatter as he waved to big crowds in city streets and small crowds at country crossroads, changing pace to drop his upraised hands and bow gently from the waist to a group of nuns, or stopping solemnly to salute the colors of a high-school band. Nowhere was there a hail-the-conquering-hero quality to the welcome; everywhere the setting was warm, relaxed, assured, befitting the national mood that the President, more than anyone...