Word: hatting
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Flat Hat...
Pete is one of the hiring agents, short, brusque, a smoker of foul cigars and an enigma under his greasy brown hat. When he appears, an electric tremor shoots through the hall. Everyone "shapes" for Pete; it becomes a matter of pride to be picked by him. Most of the men know that he never will choose them, yet they jostle to get into the front row of his section, and even the oldtimers grow rigid with respect and intimidation when someone calls out: "Here comes Pete now." To the young hero narrator it becomes a matter of the first...
Walton, who now lives with his Argentine-born wife on the Italian island of Ischia, is well aware that he is considered old hat by a younger generation of English composers. Perhaps because he flunked out of Oxford for failing algebra, he has never had the slightest interest in "mucking about the tone-rows." And even if he did, he is not persuaded that it would help his reputation. These days, Walton observes, musical one-upmanship has become such a complex art that "it is quite possible to go in and out of fashion four or five times during...
Outside In. Even with a brisk business and social schedule, the President sandwiched in a little outdoor activity in the Kennedy tradition. One morning he put on a plaid sports jacket, some old shoes and an old hat, picked up a snappy walking cane, and hiked through the snow-covered streets of Washington with his Choate roommate, New York Adman K. Le Moyne Billings. Later in the day he stretched his legs again. Hiding behind dark glasses and a grey fedora, he walked almost unrecognized among the skiers and sleigh riders of Battery Kemble Park. This week the White House...
...author of Harvey has attempted another wistfully whimsical frolic, some further genially wacky escapism. But she has not pulled another rabbit out of her hat or even put enough bees in Tallulah's bonnet. Her sort of nursery-rhyme old crone scampering upstairs, downstairs and in my lady's chamber has in places a nursery-rhyme lilt, but far too often a thin, struggling farce's laboredness. The kinfolk and clubwomen who keep trooping in and out make the struggle even harder. The play has charming moments, but only moments; flashes of bright Harveyesque humor, but only...