Word: podium
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...that this bill amounted to socialism. An old lady said her dog would be the first to lay down his life for the boys in Korea, but she opposed the bill anyway. The audience took over. A crone, all wrapped up in a raccoon coat, stepped up to the podium, dragging her unbathed chow behind her. After she had her say, another woman stated that she represented the Boston Cat Club. The chairman asked how many were against the bill, and all the ladies rose, waving their arms. A crowd surged to the podium. "I think this bill is undemocratic...
Last week he let his readers in on another feud at the opening of the Dallas Symphony season. Rosy did not care for the conductor, Walter Hendl, "whose continuance on our podium was in doubt as late as September." Even to readers unaware that Rosenfield himself had spread the rumor of Hendl's departure, the review was a tipoff. If Rosy has his way-and he usually does-Hendl's "continuance on the podium" was indeed in doubt...
...Thanksgiving Day, a Carnegie Hall audience heard the result of all the planning and practice. Conductor Mitropoulos took the podium, in front of the Philharmonic's strings. The Casadesus family sat down to their closely banked pianos, Robert on one side, facing Gaby and Jean. Then, radiating their pleasure, they played Bach's concerto with all of the vigor, grace, delicacy and perfect teamwork it deserves. Carnegie Hall gave them a Thanksgiving hand in return...
...unrestrained audience. He turned to his orchestra, glanced at the microphone which hung over the center like a patient bee, and led the brasses through Gabrieli. For Schoenberg's "Kammersymphonie" he abandoned his high stool and put on his glasses. He bounced around the front of the podium, swinging his arms from side to side for the sharp, biting chords, then shook his head at a chord too harsh even for Schoenberg...
...told the strings. "Too much fortissimo. Too much . . .B FLAT" he roared suddenly at the brasses, then returned the admonishing index finger to the strings. He stepped down from the podium, advanced into the orchestra with his hands spread in front of his chest. "She. Peaceful." As he stepped back the smile returned. "Excellent now," he said...