Word: goeta
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: all
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...generation ago, when supple, stage-wise Mary Garden performed this apotheosis of the strip tease, she brought down the house. But when the teetering Swedish soprano, Goeta Ljungberg. undertook the role at Manhattan's Metropolitan in 1934, her chiffon-hung shuffling drew titters. Not only was Soprano Ljungberg a dithering dancer, she annoyed the cash customers by starting her dance costumed like a cyclone-swept handkerchief counter, finishing it fully clothed...
Wrestling Bradford should have married Plentiful Tewke. Her father, Praise-God Tewke, told him so in the first act, set in front of a log-cabin church. But Plentiful (Contralto Gladys Swarthout) wanted to take a maiden's time and Wrestling was impatient. Pretty Marigold Sandys (Goeta Ljungberg) came to Quincy with the giddy Cavaliers. They were bent on building a Maypole, dancing on the Holy Sabbath, an offense not half so shocking to Wrestling Bradford as the fact that Marigold intended to marry Sir Gower Lackland (Tenor Edward Johnson). The wedding was half over when Wrestling strode grimly...
...many a member of the Metropolitan audience the dream was as unreal with its slinky dancers and baskets of fruit as a Cecil B. De Mille cinema. Marigold was called upon to make two entrances in a floral cart, like Miss America in an Atlantic City parade. Swedish Goeta Ljungberg did as well as she could by a rôle for which she was badly miscast. Baritone Lawrence Tibbett as Wrestling came nearest to saving the performance. He struggled bravely to make the audience sympathize with the soul-wracked bigot. He sang richly, made words intelligible. Sample from...
...dance last week was a sorry affair. The Salome was big Goeta Ljungberg who created some illusion so long as she stayed in her blood-red wrapper. When she started nervously shedding veils, feebly wriggling her abdomen, the audience was as uncomfortable as she. But she got her reward. Into the cistern went the executioner. For a minute only the double-basses were heard, shuddering as if they could see the head fall, the blood gush. Then the executioner's black arm ap peared holding the platter and what seemed to be a wad of cheesecloth...
...enacted the crack-brained role as well as any nice person could. But people who heard the performance over the radio were fortunate not to see the plush picture-book queen that Contralto Karin Branzell made out of Klytemnestra, supposedly half-crazed by the sense of her guilt. Soprano Goeta Ljungberg looked foolish posturing in an elaborate white satin dress. Tenor Rudolf Laubenthal seemed more like a saintly Lohengrin than a man who had committed murder to get a throne. Baritone Friedrich Schorr was a dignified but middle-aged Orestes...