Word: buttoned
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...look at the Metropolitan Opera's button-cute, doll-sized Brazilian Soprano Bido Sayao were the concertgoers of Macon, Ga. Day before the diva's scheduled appearance came a cancellation from her manager: "Reason is, she didn't like the travel accommodations. . . She said she positively would not travel in ordinary Pullman accommodations with the train full of soldiers. . . . I was powerless to persuade...
...percussion music.* Part of the small percussion repertory, by such experimental composers as Henry Cowell and Lou Harrison, was played last week by John Cage's orchestra of eleven, dressed in tails or black evening gowns. They used thundersheets, oxen bells, cowbells, cymbals, anvils, gongs, woodblocks, rice bowls, button gongs, rattles, claves, maracas, drums, flowerpots, tin cans, automobile brake drums. They not only tapped and beat their instruments, but shook and rubbed them and sometimes even immersed them in water...
...Damn! Who set that alarm clock? What goes on here?" Vag exploded, tortuously disentangling himself from his bed-covers and reeling over to the infernal machine. Feeling for the magic button, he pushed it way down somewhere into the springy depths of the clock, and blindly felt his way back to the empty warm nest between the sheets. His heavy head sank into the soft pillow, and lying there, he opened his eyes and stared mistily at the ceiling. "Still going in circles," he muttered half-aloud. "That party last night . . . where on earth is Lechmere? But it was swell...
...like what he saw. Texas Washer makes fins for Army mortar shells, but Major Dinwiddie could find not one armed guard around its plant. Whereupon Owner Wayne A. Baird grinned at the irate Major, told him to "walk through that door." As Dinwiddie obeyed, Baird pushed a button and every one of Texas Washer's 100-odd workmen dropped his tools, trained a sawed-off shotgun at the startled officer. "Just double duty," said Baird. "Every employe his own guard, and they all can shoot...
...while this classical theft goes on and on and librarians mutter occultly, button, button, who's got the button, several janitors recommend that men keep their doors locked when they leave their rooms, and play their Schubert in a dark closet...