Word: heard
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...their freezing subjects feared midwinter starvation), that they had tied the sun to a stone. There stood the Emperor's palace, and beyond, the convent of the Vestals of the Sun. Just below were the terraces, where corn, potatoes and tomatoes grew long before the white man ever heard of them...
Last week, the mob of music fans who stormed into Radio City's modernistic Studio 8-H for the opening concert of Toscanini's eleventh NBC season, heard a concert to be remembered. As usual, shy, nervous Pianist Horowitz almost had to be propelled onstage. But, once there, the power and diamond-hard brilliance of his playing had the studio audience bravoing between movements, despite NBC's standing request to the audience not to applaud until the work is finished. When it was finally over, little, white-topped Papa and slender, dark-haired Volodya stood together, bowing...
...Sigmund Romberg; book & lyrics by Rowland Leigh; produced by the Messrs. Shubert) gives the effect, with almost none of the enjoyment, of a huge Thanksgiving dinner. It is operetta at its most oppressive. The audience would not have too bad a time if it simply (like Joan of Arc) heard voices; the Sigmund Romberg songs are conventionally melodious and the singing is quite up to snuff. But otherwise the audience has a great deal to endure...
Peter Petrakos had little to say. But eight days later, Ted Link's story on the recordings broke with a bang in the Post-Dispatch. On its heels came other stories about payoffs by the Sheltons and other gamblers to state officials. A hastily summoned grand jury heard the recordings, indicted State's Attorney Roy Hull and two other county officials for malfeasance, and charged Hull with soliciting a bribe from Bernie Shelton...
...foreign correspondent for the Chicago Tribune in Ottawa, balding Eugene Griffin handles many a special job for Colonel Bertie McCormick. Last winter, when the Colonel heard that an un-American blight was mottling the Ivy League, Griffin toured the Harvard, Yale and Princeton campuses. He proved (to the Tribune's satisfaction at least) that the Colonel had heard right. This fall the Trib got around to Dartmouth. When Griffin arrived, notebook in hand and hatchet up his sleeve, he got a cordial welcome. President John Sloan Dickey had reserved him a room at the Hanover Inn, and offered...