Word: crones
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...readers a novel far off the subject of his previous books, suggesting that he has put aside the Irish revolution as material for his fiction, and concentrated on tragedies of peace more compatible with his peaceful style of writing. This time he tells the story of Corney Crone, born in Cork in 1873, the son of a narrow, unsuccessful, whining father and a slovenly mother who soon drove four of their five children from home. The fifth was feeble-witted. Corney's youth was dominated by his picturesque, poetic grandfather, an old Fenian who lived in a garret...
...history may be the squeaks of indignation that result whenever it does so. Last week in Nashville, Tenn., Miss Fannie Walton, great-grandniece of Rachel Jackson, and the Nashville Ladies Hermitage Association made strenuous protests because The Gorgeous Hussy showed Mrs. Jackson as a pipe-smoking crone. Said Miss Walton, "I think it's a sacrilege...
...alms, food, drink. One gay interlude came when a ragged peasant orchestra evoked a reedy little tune from the big band in the pit. Thereafter the tension grew grimmer. The beggars danced madly while Leah swept in to whirl despairingly with a groveling hunchback, a hideous, pawing old crone. Rocca's orchestra reached a frenzied climax as Leah faced her bridegroom, suddenly screamed like one gone mad. Just as abrupt was the hush when the verdict was passed. "A dybbuk has her ... a dybbuk, a dybbuk. . . ." Curtain went down with every instrument in the orchestra simulating the horror...
...Smythe. Indeed I do remember you!" But it's Smith, Madam; as in Smithsonian, you know. "Smithsonian? Indeed I have seen it. Rare specimens there; yes, yes." And there were the ushers unctuous and important with gardenias. There was the music of an orchestra, and the husky crone of a singer: There was "Ah, Sweet Mystery Of Life", there was, "The Lady In Red". There were loud voices, there were louder glances. There were immaculate dress shirts, and there was the Vagabond's. There were laughing faces, and cracking smiles. There were great cascading bouquets, there were wall flowers...
...Viennese lady, handsome in bouffant black. In Lohengrin she is a bewigged wedding guest. In Mignon she gets a laugh, mincing along with a bird cage. In Carmen she wanders backstage selling papier-mache pumpkins. In L'Anima Allegro, she was a pipe-smoking gypsy crone (see cut). In Tannhauser few years ago she substituted for Maria Jeritza as the corpse of Elizabeth, because that strapping diva dreaded being carried down a stage mountain on a small bier. And in dozens of other operas "Maman" Maria Savage is a familiar figure to music-loving New Yorkers...