Word: pinks
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...drawings and pieces of sculpture in the Academy show, 331 were by nonmembers. All 525 had a staid, collective conformity. To Academicians, as usual, went the pick of the 16 prizes. Painter Abram Poole got a $750 Altman Prize for Young Dancer, a demure Victorian damsel in a flowing pink dress. To the new president, tweedy, grey-haired Hobart Nichols, went an award for Winter Pattern, one of his customary snow-covered landscapes. Said pleased President Nichols: "The Academy is like a pendulum to a clock-it assures a rational, regular, orderly progress. It has no room for experimentalists...
...playing in the true Chicago tradition. More than that, it can get a sense of jazz as it is really played at late-of-night sessions in out of the way bistros and honky-tonks. This is great jazz--a reproduction so accurate as to make seem pale pink by comparison any of the series previously done by HRS, Victor; or Commodore Record Shop. As a matter of fact, Commodore ran and ad in which it said that this was the "greatest album in the history of jazz" and surpassed by far anything it or anyone else had been able...
Sarah Selleck Joslyn spent years planning a memorial for her husband, finally hit on a combined art gallery and concert hall which could house the beloved organ he had played with player rolls. After the $2,900,000 pink marble Joslyn Memorial was opened in 1931, she used to visit it and put player rolls on the organ herself. This winter, too feeble to venture out, she stayed bedridden in Joslyn Castle...
...first five days last week, the Association's show drew 15,000 of Lincoln's 86,000 citizens. On the week's fourth day, 89-year-old Sarah Selleck Joslyn died in Joslyn Castle. Behind her, solid and pink, she left her marble gesture to the prairies, a reminder to other mortal Nebraskans not to be too proud...
...together more by constant verbal virtuosity than by any underlying single-mindedness. Auden admires a hand-picked selection of the Great-his criticisms of them are acute, his praise of them generally mystagogic; he admires Love-but writes no loving poem; socially, he is a run-of-the-parlor pink-but he is a nearly bloody hater of the upper-class English "old gang." By birth Auden belongs with them; and he sees a worm at their root that he would like to get his hands...