Word: pits
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...spread their skirts in semicircular swirls, suggesting so many red, white and blue cheese cutters. And, of course, the celebrated chorus line of Rockettes was there, kicking and tapping with brilliant puellageneity. In the end, a glowing reproduction of the Statue of Liberty came rising out of the orchestra pit...
...point code-named Blackpool. Outnumbered and outgunned. Masters' men were slowly driven back. "I wanted to cry," he writes, "but dared not, could only mutter 'Well done, well done.' " The brutality of battle numbed both armies. "A Cameronian lieutenant fell head-first into a weapon pit and two Japanese soldiers five yards away leaned weakly on their rifles and laughed, slowly, while the officer struggled to his feet, slowly, and trudged up the slope. The shells fell slowly and burst with long, slow detonations, and the men collapsed slowly to the ground, blood flowing in gentle gouts...
Classical Trend. Hershey Kay, 41, got into his present work largely to escape playing the cello. The son of a Philadelphia printer, he studied cello at Philadelphia's Curtis Institute, played in various pit orchestras, began getting his first arranging commissions in the early '40s, by 1944 was working on Broadway productions. Although he thinks the trend is toward "classical orchestration," Kay does not necessarily follow the trend. "When I did Cakewalk," he says, "I became an expert on Negro music; with Western Symphony, an expert on cowboy music; and with Stars and Stripes a march-music king...
...half steps in the air before I land." He practiced stretching his arms high above his head to force his body up, learned to keep his legs rigid to lengthen his distance and to reach out as far as possible with his feet before landing in the sawdust pit...
...ancient, canopied bed lies corpselike old Lady MacAskival. Birds screech outside the window, ghosts roam the castle's corridors, haunted eyes gleam in the dark. In a pit beneath the trap door in the cellar lies a mysteriously deformed skeleton. "This Gothick tale," says Author Russell Kirk, is "in unblushing line of direct descent from The Castle of Otranto." He is wrong. Historian Kirk (The Conservative Mind) has expertly stuffed his book with all the claptrappings of the Gothic romance, but what he has actually achieved is a political morality tale. For all the apparent ectoplasm floating about...