Word: linde
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...coloratura sopranos seldom appear oftener than once in a generation. The nearest thing to such a voice that this generation of U.S. operagoers is familiar with is the neat, flutelike warbling of Lily Pons. She is the capable but hardly startling descendant of a great line beginning with Jenny Lind and including Adelina Patti, Nellie Melba, Luisa Tetrazzini, Amelita Galli-Curci. Measuring Korjus against the yardstick of their memories, old-timers placed her somewhere near the Pons mark, admired the warmth, vibrancy and agility of her voice, which reminded them slightly of Melba...
...Miller chose one of the best. More than a year ago she called on Dr. John E. Lind, senior medical officer at the Government's St. Elizabeth's Hospital. Psychiatrist Lind, 56, was a witty, poesy-minded widower with a small, dark mustache. Lending-library addicts knew what to expect. Washington gossips began to see doctor and patient together more & more often in Dr. Lind's little black sedan...
Last week on a downtown Washington street at midday, Lawyer Miller stepped up to the black sedan, leaned across his wife's mink coat, and fired one .38 bullet into Dr. Lind's forehead, another into his chest. He explained: "I just went over to the car to tell my wife to get out. . . . He pulled a gun on me. . . . What could I do but shoot...
Washington police were not impressed by seasoned Defense Attorney Miller's story of self defense, nor by the mysterious envelope-wrapped pistol found in Dr. Lind's sedan. Witnesses said they had seen the jealous husband take a "white object" from his pocket, drop it in the car. But Husband Miller, held "responsible" for Dr. Lind's death, was released on $15,000 bail. After all, he was respected, old, ill, wronged...
Rallying to her husband's defense, Mrs. Miller cried: "I still love Bob." In that case, asked a coarse, unread reporter, why had she been playing around with the late Dr. Lind? Her answer summed up the timeless dilemma of distraught ladies in fictional triangles: "That is one of the things you can't explain...