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Singing this plaintively courageous hymn, members of Equity, the fledgling actors' union, walked off their stages 41 years ago, spearheaded by Marie Dressier and Ethel Barrymore, and paraded through a blacked-out Broadway. Their demand: the right to bargain collectively with their producers. The producers capitulated after 30 days, during which New Yorkers consoled themselves with flicks, pickup vaudeville and impromptu sidewalk skirmishes. Last week, once again, Broadway theaters were deserted, and Shubert Alley was so dark that one could not tell a producer from a philanthropist. At the end of an artistically and financially dreary season, New York...
Pulling Out the Stops. In St. Louis, after his organist had begun a third run-through of a two-verse hymn, Pastor Marion F. Stuart of the Tyler Place Presbyterian Church hastily gave a call to prayer: "Father, forgive them, for they know not what they...
...choir swept through Washington's Protestant Episcopal Cathedral of St. Peter and St. Paul with a congregation of Government bigwigs, including President Eisenhower. The processional hymn had been chosen with care; the leadership of U.S. labor was out in force to dedicate three stained-glass windows donated by the A.F.L.-C.I.O. in memory of three labor giants of different faiths...
...telling how he had surrendered his "sword" to the South's chief strategist, Richard Russell of Georgia. "Surely," cried Joe Clark, "the roles of Grant and Lee at Appomattox have been reversed." And then Clark wound up with a touching recital of four stanzas from The Battle Hymn of the Republic...
...Evening Hymn, done in 1835, was Washington Allston's personal hymn to Italy, where he had spent happy years as a student. The mature Allston wasted most of his talent on huge Biblical canvases hopelessly designed to shake the world, e.g., his unfinished Belshazzar's Feast. Trapped in the cheerful, chilly Boston of the transcendentalists, the wellsprings of his art running dry, he looked back longingly to the Mediterranean world that he had always been too much of a Puritan to grasp...