Word: podium
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 1950-1959
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...hour hand of the clock high on the wall of the National Assembly crept past 3, the hour of final reckoning arrived for the Fourth Republic. In hushed silence the Deputies watched General Charles de Gaulle in a single-breasted grey suit stride to the podium, heard him proclaim in less than seven minutes the terms on which he had accepted the summons to power...
...young man on the podium was flogging the Royal Liverpool Philharmonic orchestra at a dead run through Mendelssohn's Italian Symphony when a handclap sounded from the raised platform at the rear. "Mr. Goldstein," said Conductor William Steinberg with icy politeness, "why are you in such a hurry? We do admire the playing of the orchestra, and we are surprised they can play all the notes, but we would rather listen to the music of Mendelssohn." The young man on the podium flushed, resumed at a slower tempo. Hour after hour, it went on that way last week while...
...What is that dog howling in the night?" intoned blonde, hazel-eyed Actress Felicia Montealegre, 36, from the script. Cracked Conductor Leonard Bernstein from the podium: "That's no dog, that's my wife.'' For their first professional appearance together, Lennie and his wife Felicia were rehearsing Swiss Composer Arthur Honegger's sprawling dramatic oratorio, Joan of Arc at the Stake. Last week, with the full orchestra buttressed by assorted soloists, a boys' choir and a mixed chorus of 150 voices, the Bernsteins wound up the New York Philharmonic's season with...
...decade. What Stone has managed to do in a single building is to reintroduce into modern architecture the quality of monumentality and stateliness that functional, stripped-down modern has long lacked. Stone's inspiration was the great temple forms of Greece and Rome, set on a podium, which in the New Delhi case also serves to shelter cars from the blistering India...
Unlike Reiner, Ormandy uses no baton. He swiveled and swayed on the podium, sweeping his arms in long, scythe-like motions, which blurred individual phrases but drew from his orchestra the longspun melodic line that is Ormandy's chief delight. The audience applauded briskly, and most critics splashed their reviews with such words as "energetic." "singing," "blazing." But for all the blaze, Ormandy's tempi were questionable, and his lush handling of the strings in the Bach reminded Chicago Sun-Times Critic Robert C. Marsh of "chocolate syrup" with ''a whipped-cream decoration." Ormandy achieved...