Word: mazurkas
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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TIME is even gaining behind the Iron Curtain, although the figures aren't such as to send our circulation people swinging into a mazurka. Until the 1960s, circulation there was limited to 322; today it is 1,161. While most copies still go to government officials and foreign embassies, TIME is now sold on selected newsstands in Poland and Yugoslavia...
...hold two coils stationary in the body of the device, or we can wind two coils onto the arm in different directions and mount a stationary magnet in the body. Either way (one is called "moving magnet", the other "moving coil" for obcious reasons), when the needle does its mazurka in the groove the stylus arms follows, and the groove vibrations are "transduced" into electrical signals in the coils. Connect the coils by means of audio cable to the amplifier, and we have a stereo cartridge...
...evenings in stunned silence listening to the tinfoil phonograph crow like a cock, bark like a dog or babble in foreign tongues. Later, the German Pianist-Conductor Hans von Bulow was so moved by Edison's handiwork that when he heard a recording of himself playing a Chopin mazurka, he fainted dead away. In the early days Columbia slipped commercials in between the musical selections on its cylinders, forcing the listener who bought the Chirp, Chirp polka to endure a sales pitch for men's overcoats. Columbia, also in those early days, considered the phonograph...
...rich, ringing voice zooming with ease through the high, precarious lines, Tynes was by turns willful, vindictive, enraged. Dressed in a gold leotard, she moved with such sinuous authority through the notorious Dance of the Seven Veils (which most sopranos manage to make about as seductive as a mazurka) that some critics could not decide whether she was more gifted as singer or dancer. And in her final scene, in which she kissed and fondled the lips of John the Baptist's severed head while murmuring "I have kissed your mouth, Jokanaan. Perhaps it was the taste of love...