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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...daughter of Roy Bargy, orchestra leader and onetime arranger for Paul Whiteman, Jeanne got into show business at the age of 13 on Toledo's station WSPD ("It was pretty much the same show I do now"). After graduating from New York University, she scored a modest success touring the Midwest, playing and singing in cocktail lounges. Then she married Salesman Sid Landau ("I can't understand why people always laugh when I tell them Sid sells zippers") and moved to Brooklyn...
...content of the blood drastically. But, he argues, there may actually be a serious blood-sugar deficiency before these dramatic symptoms occur. Then the body's glandular forces go to work, building up the blood sugar. In such circumstances they overdo the job: soon, there is again too much sugar in the blood, and many physicians are likely to order more insulin -thus completing the vicious circle...
Soulima did not have much to work with. He had pieced together a score from his favorite Scarlatti sonatas for a revised version of Choreographer Antonia Cobos' middling success of 1944 and 1946, The Mute Wife. Even with Soulima's new-music, the new version was just middling. He had had less than two hours to rehearse the ballet orchestra, a part pickup outfit seldom two rungs better than a good firemen's band. And about the most charitable word the critics could find for the Ballet Russe's ragged performances was "drab...
Soulima, 39 ("born between Firebird and Petrouchka"), lives with his wife Franchise and son Jean, 4, only a few bars and beats away from Igor in Hollywood. But he has not yet found much time to visit with the man he usually refers to as "my father," but sometimes as "Stravinsky." He has been too busy "living with Scarlatti" (he will record some sonatas for Allegro records this week) and preparing for his first U.S. piano concert tour. All summer, he taught piano six hours a day at the Music Academy of the West, in Santa Barbara...
...record-breaking crowd, including a good many of the jammy jitterbug type which apparently hides under logs in the daytime, was lured into Boston's huge Symphony Ballroom. The Shaw faithful, plus a few horn-rimmed jazz intellectuals, clustered around the bandstand, stood through it all without moving much but their gum-chewing muscles. Right there, any resemblance to success stopped...