Word: owing
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Some arts like stage design (discussed ably by John Mason Brown) and the movies (the subject of Miss Iris Barry's article) are not "pure," but are hybrids which owe their genesis to the blending of several arts. Mr. Brown is right in observing that the modern stage designer leaves little to our imaginations, since "the stage designer's aim is to make the setting an inseparable witness of the scene,' a 'silent character' without which the drama would be incomplete." And Miss Barry states baldly the problem of the movies: ". . . whether it shall remain as now largely a diversion...
When George Frederic Handel wrote his opera Xerxes, he little knew that it would owe its fame not to the stage but to churches all over the world where organists swell out the peaceful first-act aria under the name of the Handel Largo. The Saxon composer wrote Xerxes as a comic opera, when he was depressed by Bankruptcy woes in London. To commemorate the 250th anniversary of Handel's birth, Xerxes was revived last week by the State Opera in Berlin and by the music department at the University of Chicago...
Republican cries to rally around the old banner seem an echo of a lost cause, whose only successful champions, like Senator Vandenburg of Michigan, now owe only nominal allegiance to the party. The Democrats have lured into their camp many magnates of the Hooverite stamp, such as Mr. Schwab, who correctly interpret the assurance of the Administration, that private profit will continue, as the salvation of capitalism in an unfriendly world...
...Nothing Easier!" To keep Saarlanders happy and ready to hand over their francs, Germany's propaganda machine roared full blast. Ex-Schoolmaster Josef Bürckel, recently appointed Governor of the Saar, informed German capitalists, already saddled with a major unemployment problem, that they owe it to the Fatherland to give jobs at once to the 40,000 Saar unemployed...
Suicide Point and President Hayashi owe everything to Miss Kiyoko Matsumoto, an attractive but highly sensitive student of Jissen Girls College in Tokyo. Just two years ago Miss Matsumoto confided to a chum: "Dearest, I am bewildered to distraction by the perplexities of maturing womanhood. I can stand the strain no longer. What shall I do? I should like to jump into a volcano...