Word: longing
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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There are no turnstiles on the Metro. Tickets are sold at booths, but most riders buy tickets in advance by the book. The passengers descend to the platforms by long ramps or escalators. Everything is brightly lighted, frequently by indirect ceiling lighting. An attendant tears off a part of the ticket, as in a U.S. movie house. Most of the subway attendants and some of the drivers are women...
Expatriate Raymond Duncan, the late Dancer Isadora's creaky, Hellenoid brother, long one of the sights of Paris (see cut), arrived in the U.S. to spend a year celebrating his 75th birthday. With the Attic cultist came a member of the faithful whom he introduced as Mrs. Aia Bertrand, "a sort of Svengali." He planned to put on his own opera ("a comic tragedy") in Manhattan's Town Hall, in which he would insure uniform quality by playing all the roles. Admission: free...
There is fair warrant for all this: stripped of symbolism, seen as foxes chiefly engaged in outfoxing one another, the Hubbards take their place in the long comic tradition of cheating cheaters. And the tone is becoming to Composer (The Cradle Will Rock) Blitzstein, who gets strident when shaking his fist but is vivacious when thumbing his nose. As plain razzing-it falls flat when it reaches for satire-Regina teems with brisk musical stage directions, brilliant little jingles, V-for-villainy motifs, high-spirited hocuspocus...
Given half a chance, the pair of them, with their timing, their teamwork, their contrapuntal growls and purrs, can put any scene across. And now & then, amid large blobs of stage custard, Playwright Behrman obliges with a nice witticism about husbands or Boston. But unhappily there are long stretches in I Know, My Love when there is neither any play on the stage nor any Lunts...
...start "work" on his pictures (abstractions done in watercolor, brown ink and pasted scraps of paper). To keep his art "automatic," he read the Book of Psalms while his hands did what they pleased. He became a vegetarian ("I don't think I could have worked so long on roast beef") and, what was more important, he found a dealer. Cooper's labors, on exhibition in a London gallery last week, inspired a certain amount of automatic writing on the part of British critics. "It may perhaps be taken as a guarantee of ... authenticity," the London Times opined...