Word: poe
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...story, credited to Comedian Gregory Ratoff, concerns the ambition of fluffy Judith Poe Wells (Alice Faye) to write a searching play, one thing never achieved by her illustrious great grandfather Edgar Allan Poe.* When penniless Miss Wells consumes three orders of spaghetti in a Broadway restaurant, the proprietor and his violinist (Rubinoff) let her sing for her supper. That is enough to convince Diner George Macrae (Don Ameche), a successful musical comedy librettist, that Judith is wasting her time as a playwright. Although this impression is confirmed when Macrae and Producer Sam Gordon (Charles Winninger) read her dismal drama, North...
...Edgar Allan Poe has no great granddaughters...
...modern readers could recall even the name of any 18th Century U. S. poet. Of the 19th Century, only three names are still respectfully remembered: Edgar Allan Poe, Walt Whitman, Emily Dickinson. Of the U. S. poets which the first third of the 20th Century has brought to birth, modern readers could name a dozen who are fairly well-known: T. S. Eliot, Ezra Pound, Amy Lowell, Robert Frost, Vachel Lindsay, Edwin Arlington Robinson, Robinson Jeffers, Edgar Lee Masters, Edna St. Vincent Millay, E. E. Cummings, Archibald MacLeish, Conrad Aiken. Which, if any, will still be remembered by the 21st...
...plays a valuable part in promoting the ideal combination of specialization in one field with a smattering cultural knowledge in others. No educational theorists can deny that music is one of culture's most brilliant children and perhaps the finest of the fine arts. The American genius, Edgar Allan Poe, believed that music was the highest form of human expression. Certainly, University Hall's refusal to give the Music Department enough funds to relieve its burden, which has consequently forced it to contract its operations, shows an unenlightened attitude. The refusal also partly explains what President Conant called "the present...
...text that last week's audience heard was neither Poe's nor Balmont's. It was Fanny S. Copeland's English translation of a German translation of Balmont's Russian translation. Though the poem had grown worse in its travels, nobody seemed to care. The audience was thrilled by Rachmaninoff's ingenious sonorities, by the whispering pianissimi and loud thundering of the University of Pennsylvania chorus, by the shivering of parallel fifths in the high winds. Critics found The Bells an effective piece of scoring, mourned its unevenness. The audience was less reserved, applauded...