Word: quartetting
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...high spots of the show come when its six Cole Porter melodies (not full-strength Porter, but good) tickle the dancing feet of Astaire & Hayworth. The best of them (Since I Kissed My Baby Goodbye), jived in the guardhouse by a steaming Negro quartet, sends Astaire into one of his oldtime paroxysms of unabashed American buck & wing. Three others (one a nifty named Boogie Barcarolle) accompany the new dance team through routines that are light-hearted evidence of the fact that Rita Hayworth really knows dancing. Ballet-trained, as is Astaire himself, she is his first cinema partner with classical...
...fellow who thought up the idea of using a bunch of old tunes played in modern arrangements as a way of livening up a movie ought to be Hollywood's Number One Hero by this time. From the barbershop quartet favorites of the nineties to the ballads that Grandmother used to waltz to--all these have been worked to the hilt; and they've met with consistent success. It was inevitable that somebody should get the notion of using some of the top-notch blues songs of the past as the thread on which to hang another movie. And that...
Army's backfield is light, the first one all season which will weigh about the same as Harvard's. Stahl, however, characterizes it as the best balanced quartet to face the Crimson this year. And a look at its personnel would tend to bear out his statement, for in the first team backfield, Army's new coach. Earl Blaik, can count on three triple threats...
Lastly, I suppose I should mention the inevitable Strad Quartet concert at the Fogg next Wednesday evening, for which all tickets are gone, and for which the program has not yet been announced...
...doing Harlow no good in his attempts to keep, Harvard the pre-game underdog, a position in which it was fairly easy to keep the Crimson when inkslinger Egan and his ilk were on the other side of the fence. Up to this year's Dartmouth game, the quartet which, isn't in the backfield, of Gardiner, Miller, Peabody, and Pfister, were regarded as likeable chaps, capable of playing steady football, but scarcely in the light in which their Herculean feats of the last two Saturdays have placed them...