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...music written since the 18th Century has come a long way down hill. Occasionally, for relaxation, they visit the concerts of Frederick Stock's Chicago Symphony, consider the ponderous 19th-Century classics they hear there as comparative fluff. Last month when they heard Harpsichordist Yella Pessl play a lick of swing on a harpsichord broadcast, they turned away their dial in horror. Asked why they prefer 18th Century to all other music, they reply: "It makes us feel spiritually spick & span...
Jimmy Byrnes whipped 65 votes out of the cloakrooms; Bennett Clark mustered only 26. Shouted Tobey as he and the Isolationists were flattened: "You can't lick a steam-roller...
Though overworked army surgeons in World War I had to work thus, with a lick & a promise, great were the medical lessons they learned. Brilliant U. S. Neurologist Harvey Gushing, confronted with crowding thousands of head wounds such as he had never seen before, devised a dozen new brain operations by the light of a kerosene lamp in French front-line operating shacks. Tetanus, great killer in all previous wars, was practically eliminated by routine injections of anti-tetanic serum to all wounded soldiers. Fatalities from black gas gangrene were greatly reduced by immediate injections of vaccine, a treatment developed...
...Minister Chamberlain were quick to invoke God's blessings on their cause. Last week the Germans got around to doing the same. A prayer and a proclamation were issued by Dr. Friedrich Werner, who, in order to hold his job as head of the German Evangelical Church, must lick contemptuous Nazi boots. Excerpt from the prayer: "Bless our armed forces on land, sea and air. Bless our actions and labors on the German land and bless and protect our Führer as you have hitherto blessed and preserved him. ..." Excerpt from the proclamation: "Let us ... as good Christians...
...past six years the Boston Symphony's Berkshire Festival, near Stockbridge, Mass.,has provided an elegant musical salt lick amid the favorite summer grazing grounds of Boston's contented Brahmins. Spooned delicately out by the great Dr. Serge Koussevitzky and his flawless orchestra, the Festival's six annual programs have so far been noted more for purity than for pungency. But last week the Berkshire Festival produced an unusually big and tangy lump of salt. A brown, bosomy, 28-year-old Negro soprano named Dorothy Maynor, who went to Stockbridge to hear the music, ended...