Word: quietness
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...must remember, gentlemen, that M. Barthou is an old man. accustomed to the ways of debate in his parliament at home, but not previously accustomed to our quiet way of talking here...
...slender, grey-haired conductor, a pious wealthy woman and a Dayton, Ohio church which had earnest hard-working choristers gave Westminster Choir its start. The conductor was Dr. John Finley Williamson, quiet son of a British clergyman, whose aim in life was to improve church music, make it more devotional, restore some of the artistic prestige it had in the days of Palestrina, Haydn, Bach. The first Westminster Choir (1920) was composed of factory workers and named for Dayton's Westminster Presbyterian Church where it sang Sundays. But John Williamson was not content with one group's singing...
...moving novel, Variety suggested a cinema version entitled: "Little Man, So What?" Little Man, What Now is not one of Director Borzage's best pictures but it has the qualities of intelligence, honesty and observance which are indelibly part of his style. Douglass Montgomery gives a quiet, unmannered and understanding performance. Margaret Sullavan, whose brilliant acting in Only Yesterday made her Hollywood's brightest prospect since Katherine Hepburn, makes Little Man, What Now her picture. Good shot: Lammchen conversing with Hans while riding on a merry-go-round, one sentence with each circuit...
Professor Haney's interest in Economics Statistics is only that of a godfather. A quiet little man of 52 who likes to play a clarinet in his family trio, he writes a daily financial column for Hearstpapers which is noted for its forthright opinions. More than once during Depression Hearst-readers found a stinging Haney article sandwiched between the professional optimism of regular Hearst financial editors. Last week Professor Haney said: "I am widely known for my adverse criticism of the New Deal and of NRA in particular...
...winter that amazed the Vagabond. Why was it that he could not rejoice as others at the greenness of the trees, the mossy crispness of the Yard in the early morning? Perhaps he was tired. Tired because after winter there could be no rest. With spring, he thought, only quiet could live in harmony. And instead there was only haste. Where drowsiness should be he found only excitement...