Word: maestro
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Maugham admirers had a right to expect that, with the maestro so well set and devil-may-care, his personal Notebook would be as breezy as, say, the Autobiography of Anthony Trollope (in which the old fox hunter posthumously appalled his huge public by admitting with a gay cackle that money had always been his muse). But where other note-makers have nailed their colors to the mast and let their hair down to the last soiled lovelock, urbane Maugham has preferred to soak his colors in bleach and pin his hair in a tight bun. His Notebook (the whittlings...
...little escapade plunges the young people into a pretty kettle of fishy dilemmas and New England puritanism. In fact, it takes Director Mitchell Leisen, Paramount's special maestro of the improbable, another full reel to simmer their problems down to a happy ending. Most improbable bit: "Deacon" Henry Hull's rich mint-julep accent served up as a deep-dish Yankee drawl...
...flashbulbs). He also arrived ready to carry out a promise made in Italy. Answering the request of his old friend (and NBC's general music director) Samuel Chotzinoff, he had cabled: "Accept Ridgefield. Make nice program." Last week, for the second time in two years, the maestro made a "nice program" for his favorite little U.S. town, and had the time of his life doing...
...Maestro Arturo Toscanini landed on the dock in Manhattan, hale and chipper after a four-month sojourn in Italy and what he announced would be his last boat trip. "I enjoyed the voyage," admitted the 82-year-old perfectionist, but it took too long: from now on "I prefer air travel...
...most satisfying medium of production ever known. It puts a premium on sincerity and honesty." To achieve "sincerity," he will rely more on pantomimes for his oldtime songs than on vocalists ("After all, everybody knows the lyrics"). There will also be a good deal of folksy comment from the maestro ("Doggone, here I am jabbering away like . . . like . . . well, a magpie...