Word: goldene
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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VERDI: ATDA (Angel; 3 LPs). Who can be nostalgic for the Golden Age while singers like Franco Corelli and Birgit Nilsson are around? Both are near legends-though they are still in their prime. Both have very big voices. And both sing as if they were competing for top billing-which of course they are. Whether Verdi envisaged his heroic opera the way Nilsson and Corelli do it is another question. In any case, the rest of the cast is well-nigh unnoticeable behind all that star sound, and Zubin Mehta's conducting is efficient but not especially revealing...
After 26 years of probing Southern mores with Jewish humor, Harry Golden, 64, closed down his bimonthly Carolina Israelite. He will merge it with the Nation, for which he will write a column. Health and financial problems caused him to give up the Charlotte, N.C., tabloid; in the last six years he has lost $65,000. "A man can open a Cadillac franchise for less money than newsprint and printing-labor cost," he wrote in his final issue. He added that he has also been losing his readership. "To the generation that succeeded mine, stories about the Lower East Side...
...flick in a basket, or Bart Starr throw that beautiful bomb. It is the thing that hockey fans go to see-whether in Chicago, Montreal or Oakland. And it is the thing that makes Bobby Hull the superstar of his blazing sport. A legion of partisans call him "the Golden Jet" and "Mr. Hockey," regard him as the greatest player of this or any other day-and rare is the expert who says them...
What if Harvard beats Cornell tonight? The Crimson would finish no lower than third and could move to second if the Golden Knights knock off the Larries. And the Harvard players know this...
Like a Pharaoh's tomb, the stage is stocked with the relics of a bygone life: a clutter of armoires and grandfather clocks, quaint archaic radios and phonographs, fringed lampshades and a golden harp. A man in a policeman's uniform slowly enters the attic room and sniffs the dust of decades. He walks over to the harp and plucks at a string. It is slack, jangled and flat-an omen of the theatrical evening to come...