Word: proscenium
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Many a mewling white tenor has strutted the proscenium at Manhattan's Metropolitan while more gifted Negro singers, by long-standing custom, were excluded. But in the field of concert singing Negroes like Roland Hayes and Paul Robeson have held their own with the best. Today's most famous Negro singer is soft-spoken Contralto Marian Anderson, whose big, warm-blooded voice is conceded to be one of the world's finest. Last summer at the tony Berkshire Festival near Stockbridge, Mass., another remarkable Negro voice! this time a soprano, threatened to claim a share of Contralto...
When paunchy, bearded Giulio Gatti-Casazza was General Manager of Manhattan's Metropolitan Opera House, the Metropolitan's corps de ballet was run by his wife Rosina Galli. Balletmistress Galli, a girl with old-fashioned ideas, filled the proscenium with rose-garlanded damsels whose inexpertness became proverbial. Critics in those days were agreed that the Metropolitan had many shortcomings, but that the shortest of all was Balletmistress Galli's ballet...
...Small, barrel-chested Baritone Carlo Tagliabue of Milan's La Scala appropriately strutted the proscenium as Ethiopia's Ras Amonasro in Aida. Looking club-footed in high-heeled stage shoes, Mr. Tagliabue was not so bad that the critics had to boo him. But Gina Cigna (Aida) sang more than one of her Numi Pietàs a quarter of a tone flat, while greying Giovanni Martinelli (Radames) eked out aging vocal chords with a veteran's caginess...
...science's gift to poetry and poetic drama, that 30 minutes is an ideal time for a verse play, that artistically radio is ready to come of age, for in the hands of a master a $10 receiving set can become a living theatre, its loudspeaker a national proscenium...
...with great fanfare were sent by the New Deal last year to get a new start in Southern Alaska's Matanuska Valley (TIME, May 6, 1935 et seq.). On a set devised by Donald Oenslager which has a huge, improbable limb of some coniferous tree hanging from the proscenium, hopeful men, women & children arrive singing, yapping, gossiping, making acquaintances. Because a bullying, stupid army man named Hodges makes a blunder, the colonists put in three weeks' labor building their cabins the wrong way, are ordered to tear them down and rebuild according to specifications. Ill-humor reaches...