Word: impresario
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...called In the Wake of the Bounty. In an old blond wig ("which made me look like a harlot") he swaggered for a week or so at $5 a day on the poop of a grounded H. M. S. Bounty on rockers. After the completion of the film, the impresario hit upon a great publicity stunt. Errol was called back to meet, fresh off an island steamer, a woolly young native in a seagoing cap and carrying a hand of bananas. To Errol this young Polynesian was introduced as Fletcher Christian of Pitcairn Island, a direct descendant of Mutineer Christian...
...Chicago Irishman named Andy Frain contrived to get caught crashing the gate at the Kentucky Derby, insisted on seeing Derby Impresario Matt Winn. Then he interrupted Colonel Winn's tirade, took him to a window, pointed out how inefficiently the crowds were being handled: Here was a gate not being used; there a parking space in utter confusion. Whipping out a blueprint of the grounds, Andy Frain presently persuaded Matt Winn to sign over the ushering to him. For last week's running of the Derby (see p. 40), Usher Frain needed the help of 250 trained aides...
HELLO AMERICA!-Cesar Saerchinger- Houghton Mifflin ($3.50). First mikeside account of transatlantic news broadcasting, by the radio impresario who in 1930 originated the idea. An informative volume, packed with anecdotes that are frequently more interesting than the broadcasts of Saerchinger's celebrated clients. Illustrated...
...that all this had not been enough for him. To rigorous lovers of photography as an important art, Steichen's achievement, measured against his gifts and his opportunities, was not quite enough either. When Steichen told old Photographer Alfred Stieglitz that he was getting out of business, the impresario of "An American Place" was so pleased he could scarcely speak...
Chicago Opera's Tenor Giovanni Mattinelli caught cold, told Impresario Paul Longone he would be unable to sing Pollione in Norma that night. To three other tenors went Mr. Longone. None of them knew the part. Frantically he telephoned to Manhattan's Metropolitan Tenor Frederick Jagel. Tubby Tenor Jagel caught a plane, flew 700-odd miles to Chicago's Municipal Airport, drove into the Loop behind police escort, trotted perspiring into the opera house, squirmed into a costume, bobbed on stage half-an-hour late, stumbled on a mossy step beside the Druids' oak, lost...