Word: froing
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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carry patented seating contraptions and their unpatented owners to and fro...
...orchestra, which is fine when it's blaring forth the overtures, sounds embarrasingly thin during quieter numbers like "How Are Things in Glocca Morra" and "Old Devil Moon." Wendy Philbrick's choreography--except for the genuinely funny beginning of Act II--seems humdrum, and fuller of to-ing and fro-ing than the quarters permit. And in a play about better race relations, it's unfortunate that a late line of dialogue, rather than the makeup, informs us that most of the chorus of sharecroppers is supposed to be Negro...
...long ago, gallerygoing was a genteel affair. To and fro across carpeted floors swept the art lovers, sipping sherry. Safely up on the wall were the paintings, framed and titled, with prices on request. But no longer do the panes of varnish give onto idyllic visions of pinky Titian nudes, fluffy Millet sheep, plush Poussin valleys. Nowadays, avant-garde gallerygoing is more like the full 100 yards, with the visitors swivel-hipping through art works that threaten to tackle the visitor's body as well as his sensibilities (see color pages...
Gradually, as the howling machines disappeared into the hills, a hypnotic hush came over Clermont-Ferrand. In the pits, the loudest sound was the ticking of stop watches as mechanics and managers paced nervously to and fro. Even the public-address announcer stopped his chatter. The grandstand crowd sat in silence-eyes riveted on a spot 400 ft. below, where the winding asphalt track curled like a thin, black snake between two green hills. There, any second now, the leading car would appear. The noise came first: the rising nasal whine of a V-8 engine echoing off the hills...
...seeing your article on Sergiu Celibidache [TIME, June 4]. When I lived in Berlin after the war, hearing the Berlin Philharmonic on a Sunday afternoon was the highlight of the week. Then Maestro Celibidache wore his hair quite long; it was a veritable mane that swung to and fro with every movement of his spirited conducting. I thought he was terrific, hair and all. Ever since, I have wondered what happened to him. Thank you for clearing up the mystery...