Word: feathering
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Styrofoam swans, in full ostrich-feather plumage, floated serenely in the swimming pool, flanked by bouquets of roses and magnolia blossoms, at Billy Carter's place north of Plains. To the strains of the wedding march, Billy and his daughter Jana strode over a bridge built across the pool for the occasion. The bride wore white. Billy outdid the swans in his ruffled shirt and his pale, cream-colored tuxedo with brown piping and a broad brown stripe down each trouser leg. His hair is rapidly turning gray now, and he wept a little as he gave...
...Dream Journal," the opening work on the program, unfolded a beautifully organic pattern on the motif of the softly curving arc. Dancers tumbled their arms like water-wheels in the fall of the current, or turned on one leg, the others bent at right angles the way a feather spirals in a funnel of air. All the edges here had been washed smooth, and the rhythmic impulse, as in a dream, was the time of the sea-drift, rippling the dancers' bodies like wind on water. Meg Streeter's "Waves Blown Back" was less articulate, though still structured with thematic...
...highlights, though, as it features many of the show's most famous songs. Luckily, most of the cast members have strong voices. Karin Kasdin, as Jo Vanderwater, sings "Little Jazz Bird," and looks the part--tall and thin, gowned in white, her hair topped with a feather, she resembles a tip-toeing crane slinking unsuccessfully after her man. Laura Hastings, as Dick Trevor's true love, gives a beautifully evocative rendition of "The Man I Love," while spotlighted in cool blue light...
...Kanfer, if you would just clean your office once a month . . .' " What Kanfer does not mention is that he was once assaulted by a cleaning lady driven to violence over the impenetrable litter. The cause of her ire: the discovery of her long-lost feather duster under a pile of manuscripts...
...Eeesh! ... Careening out of a 180° hairpin bend, engine screaming at 6,800 r.p.m. and rear wheels adrift, the smoking blue racing machine slides perilously close to the curve, then barrels into a straightaway. "C'mon now," the driver growls through gritted teeth. "Punch that pedal! Now feather the gas! Hug that curve like your darlin...