Word: dybbuk
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...should be a girl, he would marry her to the son of his faithful neighbor Nissen. But Nissen died leaving his son poor while Sender grew rich and increasingly greedy. The holy promise was broken, just as it was in Sholom Ansky's mystical drama. This time The Dybbuk was having its U. S. premiere as an opera, which has had considerable success during the past two years in Europe. The music was by Italian Composer Lodovico Rocca, who spent four years in Palestine studying Hebrew moods and chants. The first production in English was proudly staged last week...
...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 of that dread word...
...introduced in which actors like Albert Carroll and Blanche Talmud, who have since made names for themselves, appeared. Then the Playhouse adopted a regular schedule, won increasing notice with such plays as Granville-Barker's The Madras House, Gibour with Yvette Guilbert, The Little Clay Cart and The Dybbuk...
...characteristic of the Lewisohn sisters that in 1927, after the success of The Dybbuk, they closed their theatre, announced that they "must pause and consider further developments." They told some that the institutional notion of a theatre (workshops for scenery and costumes had been organized, also a training school for young players) was intruding upon the bigger, finer ideas with which they had begun. Thus vaguely, with idealistic intonation, the sisters have always revealed themselves. Alice, now married to British Artist Herbert Crowley, lives, in Paris. But Irene has carried on in the same lofty spirit. As "the Lewisohn Sisters...
...never saw Craig again. But tucked away in a secret drawer of my desk is something that I would not part with for many a cigarette coupon. It is a yellow, faded clipping from the Dybbuk. Vermont. "Self-starter." Tenderly I unfold the old creases and read the" words again...