Word: markova
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...solved the star problem by coaxing ageless Ballerina Alicia Markova (born Alice Marks) back into the fold to be guest star. It also commissioned Broadway-famed Choreographer Agnes de Mille to do a new number, Harvest According, and got its own ballet master, Edward Caton, to whip up another, Triptych. It was again scheduling an "American Composers Night," when Leonard Bernstein, Aaron Copland, Morton Gould and Virgil Thomson would conduct their own ballets...
Biggest news was Markova's return after six years away from the company and three away from Manhattan. Her best role is in a masterly old bit of nonsense, Giselle, which she still dances better than anybody else. She floats about the stage as a peasant girl in love with a disguised nobleman, goes mad convincingly, and rises from the dead with incredible grace. Perhaps her leaps are not very high any more, and she spends little time on the tips of her toes, but every motion is polished and her feet are almost as expressive as hands. When...
Moreover, the audiences were trooping in well for all performances; company regulars such as Alicia Alonso, Mary Ellen Moylan, Igor Youskevitch, John Kriza were drawing just as well as Markova. Midway in its three-week season, Ballet Theatre breathed easier, estimated that it would take in $150,000 (last year, $97,000), for its best season...
...Shrine Auditorium last week, and wrote: "From the muffled whispers in the row behind me, I gathered that four elderly ladies, sitting together, were experts on the whole performance. They chatted knowingly about Ninette de Valois' discovery of Ballerina Margot Fonteyn, discussed the merits of Karsavina, Pavlova, Markova, noted the fact that Danseur Michael Somes had spent four years in the British army during the war. During the intermission, I turned round, curious to see these well-informed critics. They looked as if they might have been schoolteachers, and they were huddled over a red-bordered magazine...