Word: mixes
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...gaiety seemed too close to complacency-none of the big names had produced works for the occasion that were important, or even particularly adventurous. Grumbled Abstract Sculptor Herman Cherry: "Cocktail parties . . . flourish like poison ivy in this vicinity." But most Woodstock artists find that oil and Martinis mix well enough, and that art need not be great to be worth while...
...another program, a commercial for a cake mix neglected to talk about the product, told viewers instead about how tough things were in the kitchen before cake mixes were invented. As a result, lots of housewives bought cake mixes, but not the advertiser's brand...
...mannerisms, the soulful eye-woggling and love-me-please pout. He is the military aristocrat to the last shoe button, going a fair piece down Swann's Way with no illusions-an intelligent, very French, clearly self-knowing performance. As the countess, Darrieux nicely achieves an odd mix of innocence, flirtiness, and neurasthenia, but cannot quite hold her own with the competition...
After falling deeply in love with Gorin's daughter Nina (the real Gorky had no daughter), Feodor is warned by his boss: "A Bolshevik cannot mix business with pleasure." Good Bolshevik Feodor drops her and marries a factory manager's daughter, but when the factory manager is denounced as "an enemy of the people" and thrown into a concentration camp, Feodor coolly abandons his pregnant wife...
Unhappily, there was a mix-up at the concert: Catelinet's place on the program was changed without his knowledge, and he had to wait in the wings, hugging his tuba, for 20 minutes. By the time they got onstage, both Catelinet and his instrument (which, like all cussed brasses, needs a lot of last-minute tootling to warm it up) had a case of chills. The orchestra broke into the concerto, and the tuba came in disconcertingly off cue. The whole first movement, in fact, sounded as if there were pigeons in the brass, alas...