Word: goings
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Last week, in the loft, the Cohens auctioned off all their winnings except a Nash automobile, a $900 television set, a few pieces of jewelry and a $1,000 merchandise slip from Saks Fifth Avenue. They saw a $1,700 diamond wristwatch go for $550, a $1,000 tile bathroom for $430, a $900 home workshop for $410. When the auctioneer's gavel fell for the last time, the Cohens had taken in about $4,000 in cash from their $28,000 windfall. After lawyer bills, warehouse rentals, auctioneer's commission, taxes and Mrs. Cohen's five...
Touch and Go (sketches and lyrics by Jean & Walter Kerr; music by Jay Gorney; produced by George Abbott) is that never too common object, a lively topical revue. It has a nice sassy way of cutting up-once or twice, even, into murderously small pieces. But it can be genuinely funny as well as sassy, and it disdains rented jokes and reupholstered sketches. Campus bred,* the show has much more pertness than polish; it tends to slouch around with its socks hanging down, and it has the amateur's faith in the pen to the exclusion of the blue...
...seldom strayed from it. His family and friends implored him to write operas, symphonies, oratorios. But he called the piano "my solid ground; on that I stand the strongest." His compositions, with their poetry, fire and freshness, never came easily: "Before I have said my last word, I must go through horrible pangs and tribulations, with many tears and sleepless nights...
...Pittsburgh's Carnegie Institute last week, the year's handsomest cross section of current U.S. painting went on display. It was the last of the institute's national surveys; next year the Carnegie will go back to its international annuals which were interrupted by the war. Smaller and more selective than Paris' "Salon d'Automne" (TIME, Oct. 17), the Carnegie exhibition proved that U.S. artists can hold their own with the French...
...from being the jut-jawed old master's best or most ambitious work, but ft did show his genius for color as well as his penchant for whipping cruelty and tenderness together into sexy, curiously unreal oils. His lamplit fisherwomen did not look like the sort that go near the water. Their hot peach flesh was set off by black garters and contrasted with the cold rose, blue and gold of the gasping fish. In the background of the composition, a dour old crone hugged a rigid...