Word: hatless
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...start. But after two performances, Beethoven felt that he was being cheated out of his rightful share of the receipts. He complained to the manager who suggested that his earnings might be greater if he would write more for the gallery. At that Beethoven packed up his score, strode hatless from the theatre. The gallery at Manhattan's Metropolitan Opera House seemed altogether satisfied when Beethoven's Fidelia was given there last week, taken out of storage for the first time in six years because Soprano Kirsten Flagstad was on hand to sing the difficult role of Leonore...
...damned if I will," said H. R. H. loudly, striding aboard the Wishart, saluting hatless while newscameras clicked...
...plane coasted down out of the hot sky. From it stepped a heavy-set Nurnberger with a closely-cropped head. Beneath his scowling brows and knifelike nose twitched a small black "Hitler mustache." Not in Nazi regalia, the hero wore a Palm Beach suit and his perspiring head gleamed hatless in the sun. Snapping to attention, the Special Guard saluted His Excellency Julius Streicher. Governor of Franconia, Big Boss of Old Nurnberg and idol of all Germans who hate Jews. In his heavy right fist Herr Streicher gripped his personal trademark, the riding whip he always carries and is reputed...
...taxicab accident was his excuse for missing last week's Tristan. But Philadelphians were no more concerned than when he decided to go hatless, scold subscribers, ride a hobby horse at rehearsals. Stokowski had ''taxi trouble" in 1927 after which he took a leave of absence. He was "hit" again in Manhattan in 1930 when his performances with the Philharmonic suffered in comparison with those of Arturo Toscanini. Stokowski's position in Philadelphia was strengthened materially when his great admirer Curtis Bok lately became president of the Orchestra.* And it is an open secret that Manager...
Long lines of grey-clad soldiers stretch irregularly across the dawn-lit horizon. Armed guards, in muskrat headgear, move restlessly before swaying tents. Bonfires die out with each growing moment of dawn. Arms are gathered, stations called, ranks formed. Excitement and anticipation fill the camp. A huge gaunt figure, hatless and cloakless, sweeps imperiously on a white charger to the front of the newly formed platoons. This man commands attentions, respect, admiration, fear. Ranks become straighter, shoulders stiffer, guns arched higher. His voice booms like a cannon through the crisp morning air: "Comrades, this is an historic moment. All Europe...