Word: catfishing
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Leningrad cheered Porgy and Bess (TIME, Jan. 9), but nobody could predict how Moscow, with its love of grand opera in the grand manner, would take to the jazzy American folk opera about crapshooters along Catfish Row. By opening night last week, it was plain that Muscovites were at least curious to see the first U.S. theatrical troupe ever to visit Russia. Tens of thousands had applied for seats. Immense crowds swarmed around the Stanislavsky Theater hoping to get a spare ticket. A lucky 1,500 Soviet bigwigs, foreign diplomats and Russian first-nighters crammed into the theater...
Porgy shocked the Russians with its portrayal of life in the raw and sex in the open along Catfish Row on the Charleston, S.C. waterfront. The audience reacted with gasps. But at the final curtain they rushed the stage and gave the cast a ten-minute ovation. Radio Moscow called it "a great success...
...Catfish Row. At the opening last week in the huge auditorium of the Palace of Cultural and Industrial Cooperatives, the Stars and Stripes flew beside the Hammer and Sickle while the band played The Star-Spangled Banner and the Anthem of the Soviet Union. The house was packed, and dapper Lorenzo Fuller brought it down before the curtain went up by saying, "Dobro Pozhalovat Druzya -Welcome, friends...
...shoulder and a bobwhite dropping through the yellow winter sunlight at the edge of a slash-pine grove. Or a 15-lb. turkey gobbler hurtling into a charge of No. 6 shot, and then falling through the Spanish moss on the oaks onto the dry palmettos below. Or the catfish, at his grandfather Brandon's farm, that stole his bait, sneaking off to its lair. Or how hot it was picking corn in the August...
...finished work found among Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings' papers after she died 18 months ago, tells about a little girl named Calpurnia. Once upon a bad old time, when nobody could catch any fish, Calpurnia turned hard times into soft times by finding a secret river crammed with succulent catfish. Evidently, Author Rawlings never published the story because she hoped some day to dream it up to novel-size. It is reminiscent of the same cracker-filled scrub forests and 'gator-filled streams of northern Florida's wild St. Johns River country that the novelist described almost...