Word: earings
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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WATS. The female uniform most often seen tramping about the British countryside is the khaki of the Women's Auxiliary Territorial Service (tunic, skirt, a cap that has upfolded ear-protecting flaps). Formed in 1938, the WATS are a revival of War I's Women's Army Auxiliary Corps -the celebrated and occasionally indiscreet WAACs who went to France 57,000 strong under Helen Gwynne-Vaughan (later Darned...
...Picture in your mind's ear the mayhem that a lusty soprano of the oldtime concert stage can commit on that poignant last line of Kiss Me Again. You may think she has screamed as loudly as human lungs can manage all the way through the chorus, but you're wrong: she still has something special left for a flag finish. Here she goes. (Eyes glare.) 'Keesss...
...snork is Uncle Don. When he was a boy (Howard Rice, son of a horseshoe nail salesman), his pals in St. Joseph, Mich, called him "Punk." Now he is a fattish, fiftyish, rheumy-eyed, flashy-dressing showman. As a kid, he learned enough piano chords by ear to get some local esteem as a musician. Because he found he could play the piano standing on his head, he became Don Carney, the Trick Pianist of vaudeville. He got into radio 14 years ago. One day, on a half-hour's notice, he was assigned to do a children...
...busy man these days is Major Woodburn: besides his persuasive posters, his recruiting publicity bureau on Governor's Island, off Manhattan's southern tip, turns out recruiting sales talks for radio programs. These tweak a prospect's ear with You're in the Army Now and The Stars and Stripes Forever, catch him by the nose with slogans like "Join the Air Corps and earn while you learn." One record starts with a guitar-plunked Hawaiian melody that compellingly conjures up dreams of grass skirts and whispering palms, ends with sign-on-the-dotted-line insistence...
...result, a compression of wonders perceived by a sensitive ear and mind, is to prove the plays strange and fresh enough to have been written yesterday or even tomorrow. Illuminated and relieved of their characteristic length and considerable dross, some seem almost too attractive, too clearly themselves. Not that Shakespeare's flops are spared. "The poet in The Comedy of Errors puffs with unnatural effort. . . . His rhymes . . . rattle like bleached bones." But The Merchant of Venice, in which money and love go hand in hand and uncorrupted, is a "gentlemen's world," inhabited by "creatures whose only function...