Word: mr
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...roulades, and delicious, unforced tone (for which the piano is probably due some credit) was the performance of a knowing, sensitive professional. But the Orchestra is only a good civic ensemble, and hazy string entrances or out-of-tune winds naturally suffer in the face of such suavity. Nevertheless, Mr. Manusevitch is a fine musician, and his accompaniment was tasteful, and appropriately reserved...
...minor. Never for a moment lacking in inspiration, the symphony is a product of Haydn's thirties, a tempestuous, tragic utterance that ought to give new ideas about this composer to those unfamiliar with his early work. Played with vigor and affecting lyricism, it was the sort of performance Mr. Manusevitch can, and hopefully will give us in the spring concert, which includes a contemporary work and a Handel harp concerto. The Orchestra's shortcomings are primarily technical, and its purely musical potential is substantial indeed...
...number is to be doubled in five years. If any one man can claim the credit, it is Nehru, and all Indians know it. Scarcely anyone now remembers the 1947 warning of Sir Winston Churchill that "we are turning over India to men of straw, like the caste Hindu, Mr, Nehru, of whom, in a few years, no trace will remain...
...very newspapers that had been accusing Nehru for months of dereliction of duty cried their "unreserved agreement" with Nehru's policy. The Indian Express, formerly his most savage critic, promised that "in his new, bold and unequivocal stand, Mr. Nehru is assured of the unstinted support of all parties and of the people...
...fifth. Instead of rolling on home to sleep it off, he kept another date, showed up for a guest appearance on the Jack Paar Show, now visiting Hollywood. Jack, amiably bringing to mind Mickey's previous four marriages, asked: "What was Ava Gardner really like?" Replied Mickey: "Well, Mr. Paar, may I say this, she is more woman than you will ever know...