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...years; of cancer; in Dallas. A prizewinning pianist at the Paris Conservatory, Pons switched to singing when she discovered she had perfect pitch and extraordinary vocal cords. In 1929 at the Opera House in Mulhouse, Alsace, she debuted in Lakmé, a role in which she later daringly appeared, navel exposed, in costume sans midriff. One of her most famous performances was at the Metropolitan Opera in 1931: she sang the difficult "Mad Scene" in Lucia di Lammermoor in the key of F, an entire tone higher than the original score. Married to Conductor André Kostelanetz from 1938 until...
...Hoffman. "We're not talking about cruel management or an exploited working class," he retorts. "We're talking about a bunch of criminals who slash tires and smash presses and hit women over the head with two-by-fours. I have no lint left in my navel for that." Graham makes the same point more moderately: "We are not union busting. That means an unwillingness to bargain, which just isn't the case here. They [the pressmen] wouldn't negotiate. They busted themselves...
...both the American Medical Association and the American Red Cross. Standing in back of the victim, the rescuer reaches both arms around him, makes a fist and grasps it with the other hand. Then, placing the thumb side of that fist against the victim's abdomen above the navel but below the rib cage, the rescuer presses his fist sharply upward. This elevates the diaphragm and compresses the lungs, increasing the air pressure within the windpipe and forcing the food particle out like a cork from a champagne bottle. Since Heimlich began popularizing it a year and a half...
...there, and his concerts are really pleasant--he's charming, sings funny songs, and has a good amateurish style. And his feel for the North Carolina whence the Taylors come (oh, alright, Chapel Hill) is better and earthier than his brother's, more into folklore and less into his navel. Judy Colline, who is appearing with him tonight at Lenox (7:30, tickets at Ticketron from $5.50 to $7:50), does a bang-up version of Dylan's "Daddy You've Been On My Mind," but her voice lamentably sounds like Lark cigarettes taste--sweet and syrupy And staler...
James Taylor. From high school suicide attempts to heavy self-indulgence to smack, James Taylor has been exactly what a lot of unhappy and often upper-middle class were looking for. He's finished now, though--replaced by different brands of navel-gazing, and it's too bad about the introspective dead-end, because at times near the beginning of his career Taylor looked as though he might emerge as a talented guitar-picker who had a relaxed and down-home North Carolina road music. By the end the dentist's office radio stations were playing JT. Anyway, what...