Word: clappings
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Director Arnold Haskell wrote that it was "the most reactionary ballet it is possible to imagine. Its virtues and its faults are those of half a century ago." But the applauding crowd. Prime Minister Anthony Eden among them, could not clap enough. In return the audience got a traditional Russian reaction: the entire cast and Bolshoi officials stood on the stage and applauded back...
...rosy makeup as she was escorted to a waiting taxi, its roof piled high with eiderdowns and gold-embroidered pillows. Then, as the taxi moved off, preceded by the bridegroom's party and followed by Fatma's friends, the divided village began to sing and dance and clap hands. "Why don't you have the feast on our side?'' shouted one Jordanian. "We have more meat." Replied an Israeli Arab: "Our chickens are fatter...
...insinuating solo on his tenor saxophone, his fancies dandled by a bounding beat on bass and drums (Jimmy Woode and Sam Woodyard). The Duke himself tweaked an occasional fragment on the high piano. Gradually, the beat began to ricochet from the audience as more and more fans began to clap hands on the offbeats until the crowd was one vast, rhythmic chorus, yelling its approval. There were howls of "More! More!" and there was dancing in the aisles. One young woman broke loose from her escort and rioted solo around the field, while a young man encouraged her by shouting...
Lightning flashed, a clap of thunder shattered the air and the lights in a crowded courthouse at Blois (pop. 26,774) flickered out. The superstitious in the audience considered this manifestation something of an omen. There on trial for murder stood straight-haired, sloe-eyed Denise Labbe, 30, and her lover, Jacques Algarron, 26. Ever since their arrest more than a year ago, neighbors and newspaper readers had known the pair as "the Possessed," but cool, handsome Jacques and his pale paramour looked anything but demonic as they sat, clad in black, listening impassively to the charges. The daughter...
...Hatchetmen Smear." To a thunder clap of applause Stevenson declared that "Main Street cannot prosper while the back country is in trouble." On the outlook for peace: "We are spending $40 billion a year for peace, and there is none. Our situation is more perilous than ever . . . While the President smiles, the hatchetmen smear; while the President talks earnestly of peace, the Secretary of State brandishes the bomb and threatens atomic...