Word: cherly
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: all
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
Under the lovely searching of his voice, the whole wild farrago ("Look, look, the dusk is growing! My branches lofty are taking root. And my cold cher's gone ashley. Fieluhr? Filou! What age is at? It saon is late") pacifies into meanings felt if not altogether known. The passage is a rueful promise of what might have been if Joyce had lived to read the whole of his titanic rune...
Honegger: Jeanne d'Arc au Bûcher (Vera Zorina as Jeanne: Philadelphia Orchestra, soloists and choirs conducted by Eugene Ormandy; Columbia. 2 LPs). The burning of St. Joan, told in a magnificent mishmash of symbolism, poetry and high drama. Honegger's score contains movements of surpassing beauty, others of sheerest musical exhibitionism. A brilliant performance...
George Geiger's death in the tiny (1,000 sq. mi.) coal-rich Saar basin, the No. 1 trouble spot in Western Europe, set the Rhine River foaming with ancient controversy. On the German shore. Vice Chancellor Franz Blücher flatly accused the Saar's French bosses of "political murder." From the French bank came shouts of rage. "The Germans are up to their old tricks of 1938, when they accused the Poles of similar atrocities," snapped an unforgiving Quai d'Orsay staffer...
This week France's Communists were all set to welcome back "notre cher Maurice" as the Communist propaganda calls him. Out of the Warsaw plane stepped his wife Jeannette, but not our dear Maurice. Explained Communist L'Humanite: police may be waiting to arrest him if he returns. Although the government recently threatened to lift parliamentary immunity from Communist deputies, a more plausible explanation for Thorez' continued absence, apart from health, is the Kremlin's latest policy (as evidenced in the purging of Party Militants Marty and Tillon) of playing down open Communist activities in France...
...long faces. His 96 musicians gave him a party at which the eleven women of the orchestra put on a vivacious cancan. Cracked Monteux, "It took me 17 years to see what pretty legs they have." With enormous gusto, he knifed into a huge cake lettered "Au revoir, cher Maître." And he set straight one matter that has intrigued San Franciscans for years: "I make you a declaration. My hair, it is not dyed...