Word: goldings
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Lohengrin's "Prelude" suggested a clear image: "Out of the clear blue ether of the sky there seems to condense a wonderful . . . vision; and out of this there gradually emerges ... an angel host bearing in its midst the Holy Grail ... It pours out exquisite odors, like streams of gold." The opening scene of Wieland's production duly provided a blinding cobalt blue sky against which was ranged a semicircle of knights in dazzling silver mail. The oak tree where King Heinrich holds court was reduced to a circular cluster of painted branches hung high over the stage...
...upper gold tooth shines like a phosphorous eye when she opens her mouth to sing. The scimitar eyes may close, the slender hands seem to carve the phrases out of the choky nightclub air. And the voice, sweet and strong above the rhythm section, curls around the lyrics like a husky caress. The voice belongs to Negro Singer Ernestine Anderson, at 29 perhaps the best-kept jazz secret in the land...
...towns; he helped revive tiny (pop. 1,800) Saltsburg, Pa. with a campaign that attracted three new industries with a payroll of about $1,000,000 annually. Then, perfumed with a reputation for good works, the E.I.D.C. group really started operating. Belle and his friends acquired control of Cornucopia Gold Mines, Inc., which owned a worked-out Oregon claim that had only one visible worth-a listing on the American Stock Exchange-planned to use Cornucopia as a holding company "shell" for half a dozen small subsidiaries (claimed 1956 sales: $5,200,000) that it had located and had taken...
There was no such next time, and young Bisset graduated from sail to steam, eventually (1944) became the gold-encrusted commodore of the Cunard-White Star Line and successively master of the world's greatest sea queens, Mary and Elizabeth. Now 75 and living in well-fed Australian retirement, Sir James Gordon Partridge Bisset sits in the lee of the longboat and spins a salty yarn of life in an oldtime square-rigger. On his first voyage, Bisset was seasick. The mate gave him an old-fashioned cure: a pannikin of sea water poured down his protesting gullet. Though...
...girl. The trouble is, he cannot concentrate. He can never quite get his mind off Vashni, an old sweetheart with the heat of youthful summers "always close about her, like an extra fragrance, that of a blossom crisping in the sun, which the kiss found under the heavy gold anklets that polished the skin, and behind her knees . . ." Most important of all, for almost 20 hours a day, seven days a week, he is busy catering to an oddball group of well-heeled vagrants -perverted dress designers, roundheeled models, superannuated opera stars, blue-nosed diplomats, alcoholic newlyweds and assorted upper...