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...wanted Copland, I would have asked him to write it"). The second was too complicated. But the third, consisting of simple tunes with skeletal, guitarlike accompaniments, rang the bell. Composer Kay scoured source books for western tunes, came up with twelve of them, from Old Taylor, Rye Whisky and Lolly-Too-Dum to Red River Valley (which he used as a unifying theme). Balanchine took the piano sketch to his rehearsal hall and roughed in dance movements with his company. When Balanchine & Co. got back from a successful West Coast tour last month, the score was ready. Last week...
Saunders Redding, 48, is a good-looking Negro professor of English at Hampton Institute (Va.), one of the nation's best Negro colleges. One spring day in 1952, the phone rang in his office and a voice said: "This is the State Department. Would you be available for a temporary foreign assignment?" Professor Redding was available; the assignment was India. That summer he traveled 25,000 miles through India, lecturing on America to tens of thousands of curious and often hostile students and professors...
Against the majority's chorus rang the voice of Lord Vansittart, permanent Under Secretary of State for Foreign Affairs during the Hitler-appeasement era, a man who cried havoc then and was now crying havoc again. In a letter to the Times of London he wrote: "The second World War was fought precisely because it was thought that we would swallow anything. And precisely the same process is being repeated before our eyes today. There are even more ominous symptoms and similarities. Whenever the Nazis were ready for another expansion, they charged their opponents with provocations . . . The Communists adopt...
...radio voice of Pierre Mendès-France rang out across France. "I am conscious as I tackle this question that it touches the deepest chords in our national feeling. Not only does it divide Frenchmen among themselves, but it tears each one within himself...
Then from somewhere behind the demonstrators, shots rang out. The beleaguered garrison fell into the Communist trap and fired in earnest. "Murderers, murderers!" the survivors screamed as they picked up their dead. Some among the soldiers who had fired, confused and shamed by what they had done, deserted...