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...whom Debussy would never have said, as he did of Mary Garden, that hers was "the gentle voice I had been hearing within me, faltering in its tenderness. . . ." The Metropolitan orchestra, noodling along under Wagnerite Erich Leinsdorf, only occasionally set forth Debussy's score in its full glow. But Tenor Cathelat, a good actor and a good manager of a middling voice, captivated New York's Debussyites - who were out in full cry - and earned critical notices which any operatic censor would be glad to pass...
This made the good burghers of Birmingham glow. But before he had finished, Neville Chamberlain had struck pride in the hearts of many another Briton. First of all he praised Britain's sea heroes, the patient men on patrol, riskers in convoy, victors at the River Plate, raiders of the Altmark. Warmly he lauded the Air Force; women who have lost their loves and sons, who fight with knitting needles and save every scrap; eager men who could not wait to be drafted; civil servants burning themselves and midnight oil; employers taking on unfamiliar chores; laborers sweeping away...
Naval Hero David Porter thought the process gave "a sensation both harmless and agreeable, producing a pleasant glow or heat somewhat similar to that which is felt on entering a warm bath." Less battle-hardened sitters found it as painful as primitive dentistry. "I was taken in by Browere," wrote Jefferson to Madison. "He suffered the plaster to get so dry that separation became difficult & even dangerous. He was obliged to use freely the mallet & chisel to break it into pieces and get off a piece at a time. These thumps of the mallet would have been sensible almost...
...meant that civilians had to bear the brunt of the bombings. Typical of the destruction wrought was the case of Sortavala, vital railway junction on the north shore of Laatokka. Correspondent James Aldridge left it, "majestic in the moonlight." one midnight. The next night he returned, "saw a bloody glow in the sky and realized the city was in flames...
City editor of the New York Herald Tribune for seven sparkling years, author of a rapid-fire book of reminiscences called Mrs. Aster's Horse, frequent contributor to The New Yorker, Stanley Walker was a name to make any publisher's cheeks glow with satisfaction...