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...Medea in Milan. Harvard-bred (A.B., '39) Leonard Bernstein first flashed into musical prominence as a composer (Fancy Free, Trouble in Tahiti, On the Town), and is regarded as one of the most talented of U.S. conductors. Two years ago, with five days' preparation, he directed Milan's La Scala orchestra in the seldom-staged Medea of Cherubini, starring Maria Callas. To composing and conducting, he added teaching at Tanglewood and Brandeis University, spends his spare moments with his wife, Actress Felicia Montealegre, and three-year-old daughter. He worries that he may be scattering his talent...
Checkmate. In Milan, Italy, charged with complicity in a series of auto thefts, Maria Zolla, 19, told the court that she only accompanied her husband on his car-stealing expeditions "to make sure he wasn't running around at night with other women...
...indulge in vague propositions such as"...the whole state was aroused against the crime, and anxious to see justice done." The first part of this statement is highly conjectural, while the latter part begs for definition. What does he mean by justice? Wasn't justice promulgated when Bryant and Milan were exonerated. Many white southerners would think so. The bare and ugly fact remains that there is no such thing as justice for a Negro in the South if we interpret justice to mean a minimum amount of fairness. I need not pursue this point any further; the legal history...
...Oggi, while the Pope was saying the prayer Anima Christi, just as he reached the words "In hora mortis mei, voca me" (In the hour of my death, call me). Added the article: "The Holy Father is certain that he saw Jesus and that he was not dreaming." Later Milan's Corriere della Sera, Italy's largest newspaper, reported that the Pope also had heard the "true and distinct" voice of Christ. Vatican officials denied press hints that 1) a miraculous cure of the Pope's stomach condition had followed the vision, 2) that a dossier...
...serve me!" Then she lunged into her dressing room. Long after the platoon of servers had gone, Maria's shrieks were counterpointed by the sound of bric-a-brac smashing against the walls. Next morning Soprano Callas, leaving her summonses behind her, hopped off to Milan. Arriving in sunny Italy, she was still in high-soprano dudgeon. "Those Zulus maltreated me," she caterwauled. "But I don't care a dime what those people...