Word: matronly
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...show opens in a stiff-backed summer camp at Brunswick, Me. (in the original, the scene was Thebes), where a young matron named Eurydice Orpheus is shamelessly cuckolding her husband, a struggling violinist. Her lover: one John Stick, a dull poet. Enter Pluto, in the guise of a soft-drink peddler, who offers the lovers a permanent visit to Hades. Sample of his spiel...
...feet, too, and her hair had been cropped close on top for the electrode's contact. The rabbi intoned the 15th Psalm: "Lord, who shall abide in thy tabernacle?" Just before the chair, the prisoner shook hands, then impulsively brushed a kiss on the cheek of a matron accompanying her. She sat down with taut composure, wincing only slightly as the electrode was applied to her head. The mask fell. Three shocks coursed her body. The doctors still heard a faint heartbeat. They stood back, and Ethel Rosenberg was given two more shocks. Then she was pronounced dead...
...them-seizing many plain and fancy weapons (military rifles, big-game guns, nitroglycerin). The police reported that the "oligarchs" had ordered 1,000 identically cut grey suits, supposedly for use as uniforms in some future uprising. The 17th precinct station became a sort of society resort. One Buenos Aires matron, unable to send wine to her son because "liquor is not allowed in the jail," was heard to cry, "How barbarous...
...half expected to be buffeted and assaulted by modernist clangor, had a pleasant enough half hour, called Conductor Ormandy back for four bows. Sergei Prokofiev had done what he had been told to do: his symphony could be understood by almost anybody on a single hearing. A Philadelphia matron summed up his last work in a sentence. "It sounds," she sighed happily, "just like Gilbert & Sullivan." For Sergei Prokofiev, the composer who once seemed to be leading his musical generation toward powerful new ranges of expression, her words were a tragic epitaph...
...elegant houses along London's Pont Street, one door remains unlocked far into the night. Every once in a while, a chic miss walks in, nods to the matron sitting in the hall, then hurries up to bed. To Londoners, these girls are known as Monkeys-members of what is commonly called the Monkey Club. But such titles are misleading: the girls happen to be students at the most famous and fashionable finishing school in Britain...