Word: capulets
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...years favorite tourist attractions of the mellow old city of Verona have been an ancient house and a tomb which local guides stoutly insist are the home and the last resting place of Juliet Capulet. In 1937 the success enjoyed by these relics of Shakespeare's famed heroine became too much for the town fathers of Vicenza, a town 30 miles east of Verona. Two ancient castles stood in likely juxtaposition on Vicenza's hills and the town fathers began beckoning the tourist trade with tales that Romeo and Juliet spent their romantic summers there...
...great love story. A long-faced waiter, who obligingly changed his name from Mario to Romeo, served sentimental vacationists with specially prepared Scaloppe alla Giulietta e Romeo in the dining room. When supper was done, the tourists were led in awe to an upstairs bedroom to gape at Capulet relics that included, said the guides, the very bed in which Juliet had slept. Neither Vicenza nor the tourists cared in the slightest that Verona's tourist bureau stoutly denied the authenticity of both the castle...
...little relation to her general or specific knowledge. When she doesn't know the answer (which is most of the time) she glibly ad-libs anything that pops into her head. Quizmasters, who hate and fear "dead air," cherish her gift of gab."What's a Capulet?" Felton asked her recently. "Someone with a small size cap," was Sadie's assured reply. Felton: "What great events occurred between 1860 and 1870?" Sadie: "Terrible things. They had a centennial. Things was terrible. McKinley, Buchanan and Lincoln all was killed. It was a terrible centennial...
Prokofiev: Romeo & Juliet Ballet Suite (Boston Symphony Orchestra, Serge Koussevitzky conducting; Victor, 4 sides). Tchaikovsky's romantic overture lent itself to Tin Pan Alley thievery; this does not. Prokofiev makes Miss Capulet and Mr. Montague's troubles far more dissonant and disturbing. Performance: excellent...
...documentary details of British and French village life-the seining, fishing, pubbing, etc.-are shrewdly observed and handsomely photographed. The backgrounds and bit-players are so excellent, in fact, that the routine Montague-Capulet romance is an intrusion. With the exception of Franchise Rosay, famed French cinemactress (Carnival in Flanders, Portrait of a Woman) whose histrionics are not quite so subtle when she speaks her lines in English, the principal people in this film are less interesting than the fish...