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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...TIME, Feb. 8] underlines a circumstance that has long been obvious: Met audiences are not responsive to novelty, good or bad . . . The audiences, for the most part, prefer to listen to Carmen or Traviata for the hundred-and-umpteenth time. Or do they actually listen, even to their favorites? Isn't it rather a matter of going to the opera house to be pleasurably stroked, as it were, by a succession of familiar sounds...
...Even on last week's quiet night, teen-agers skulked in the lot across from the Howard apartment. Growled a cop to a young tough: "Why aren't you home watching Arthur Godfrey?" The youth spat on the sidewalk. Said he: "It's a free country, isn...
...Jack Slessor still misses his World War I biplane. "Flying isn't nearly as much fun as it was when you had an open cockpit and goggles." As chief of a bomber group in World War II, he was often compelled to decide how many airmen's lives it was worth to destroy an enemy target. "He would sit down on one of the kitchen chairs in the operations room," wrote one of those who watched. "For anything up to ten minutes, he would quite literally do nothing at all. He simply sat there and thought. Everyone instinctively...
...diplomat-magician failed? The tricks had always worked before. Explained one Western observer: "It isn't the trick which has changed. But the kids have grown up." The West had indeed grown up, and showed a surprising unity in defense. But the Russians have only aged rather than grown with the times. With practiced skill, the West's Foreign Ministers took up Molotov's GETO. It was clearly a proposal to push the U.S. and Britain out of Europe and lock the European countries up with an aggressive Russia...
...difficulty is that most of the terrain has been described in his earlier flights (As I Was Going Down Sackville Street, Going Native, etc.) It Isn't This Time of Year at All!, his "informal and unpremeditated autobiography," is a hunt over the old ground for neglected oddments of gossip and reminiscence. It contains many fine old chestnuts (such as George Moore describing William Butler Yeats as "looking like an umbrella forgotten at a picnic") and a few fresh ones (such as the same George Moore, affronted by a badly cooked omelette, summoning a policeman and saying sternly...