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...next. The camera swooped around to reveal a baritone, a small vocal group reminiscent of those employed to record singing commercials, and a full-fledged dance band, complete with saxophones and high-hat cymbal. Whereupon the band emitted a penetrating screech, and all hands launched into a rendition of Psalm 150, which resembled nothing so much as an unnecessarily energetic parody of Ray Anthony...
WHAT are Christians to make of a document that pronounces a blessing on the act of snatching up a baby and beating its brains out against the pavement? The question is indeed pertinent, because the blessing is offered in the beautiful 137th Psalm. Such provocative questions are raw material for C. S. Lewis, amateur Christian theologian, whose thoughtful books, lectures and articles on the subject (notably The Screwtape Letters) are now supplemented by a brilliant new volume on the psalms. Philosopher Lewis concludes, among other things, that modern man might be better off if, like psalm people, he broke...
When Clive Staples Lewis, 59, England's top amateur theologian, reread the psalms, he was bothered by the cursing. In 109, for instance, the psalmist prays that an ungodly man may rule over his enemy and that Satan may stand at his right hand, that his enemy's ""prayers be turned into sin," that the enemy's days be few and his job be given to someone else, that when he is dead his orphans be beggars, that no one should pity him, and that God always remember against him the sins of his parents. Even more...
Died. Florent Schmitt, 87, French composer of ballet (The Tragedy of Salome), chamber music (Quintet in B Minor), piano, orchestral and choral music (Psalm 47) ; in Neuilly-sur-Seine, France. In June the audience at the opening concert of the Strasbourg Festival heard a sparkling phenomenon: Florent Schmitt's new and youthfully buoyant first symphony, premiered in his 88th year...
Astutely aware that the pleasant sinkholes where a man misspends his youth glow with unearthly allure as the green years recede, the proprietors of Leavitt & Peirce, a Cambridge (Mass.) tobacco hall and onetime pool hall, invited 31 old Harvard graduates to psalm their shop's 75th anniversary. Done up in a handsome volume that is illustrated by snapshots of mustached crewmen, football mastodons of the 1880s, and a sinful tintype of a 19th century Cambridge sybarite puffing a hookah, the sentimental replies set up a blue haze of reminiscence...