Word: frightfully
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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After studying a generation of amateurs, Wanda Ellis concludes that the current crop has more poise and knowledge than its predecessors: "There used to be so many cases of stage fright-contestants would freeze up, cry, faint. That seldom happens now. And today's amateurs know a lot more about music; often the oldtimers didn't even know what key they sang in." Other changes: today, there is more pop singing than classical, and TV has brought a boom in pantomimists and interpretive dancers. Oddly, the number of comedy acts is steadily declining. The only thing Wanda Ellis...
Nearly every child got a warm smile and a word of encouragement from Dr. Salk, who obviously enjoys working with them. Some who were yelling with fright he calmed easily. He waved along the few who could not be pacified-he would rather miss an injection than give one to a hysterical child...
Since the first rumors of U.S.-Pakistan talks came out of Karachi last month, Nehru and most Indians have alternated between fright and fury. President Eisenhower denied last month that U.S. arms aid for Pakistan, in return for U.S. air bases in Pakistan, is under discussion. Indians remained unconvinced. Remembering the Hindu-Moslem bloodbath of 1947, when more than 500,000 were killed, and the cold war which has gone on ever since in Kashmir, Indians believe that Pakistan wants U.S. tanks or jet bombers only for use against India. "If the U.S. gives military aid to Pakistan," warned...
Margo Hoff, a handsome, grey-haired woman in her late 30s, took the show's grand prize of $1,000 (and a medal) for a striking vertical composition called Stage Fright - the terror an actor feels on looking out at row on row of tensely waiting faces in the audience. To achieve the effect of tenseness, Artist Hoff made her faces green, set against a background of red plush seats and surrounded by an ominous. midnight-blue black...
...Manhattan's lower East Side one afternoon last week, Louis Sarno, a sinewy construction foreman, saw a big-city tragedy in the making. Directly across traffic-jammed South Street an apartment window stood open. As Sarno watched, a two-year-old boy climbed on the sill, teetered in fright four floors above the sidewalk. Sarno yelled at two gardeners working across the street. They did not hear him. The 41-year-old foreman wasted no more time...