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Choked Baritone. Built in 1883 at a cost of $1.7 million, the six-story, soot-encrusted exterior of the old house resembles a National Guard armory; the gilt and crimson interior has become a tawdry relic of bygone splendor. The grimy walls are veined with ominous cracks, the plaster is flaking, the gold leaf is peeling, the faded red carpeting is frayed and splotched. The creaking red velvet seats are worn slick and the stage floor is pitted and warped. Backstage, the dingy corridors are cluttered with props and tarpaulins. In Caruso's old dressing room, illuminated...
...much about music, but I hear you're very good. Would you mind playing something?' I couldn't say no to the Prince of Wales, so we drove up to St. James's Palace and went into a drawing room. In the corner was the piano, a Louis Quinze relic with thin little legs and lots of pictures on it. 'My mother. Queen Mary, arranged that,' the Duke said. I saw I couldn't do much with the piano, so I decided to play a Chopin Polonaise, invariably an effective piece for an unmusical person. When I struck the first...
...relic of the monasteries that Henry VIII abolished in 1540, the Abbey is now called the Collegiate Church of St. Peter in Westminster. Serving also as a school, the Abbey has an adjacent cloister, a museum and a deanery. From its schoolchildren-including Dryden, Milne, John Gielgud and Peter Ustinov-have come seven Prime Ministers, ten archbishops and at least four convicted murderers...
...exception. But ever since he became Prime Minister, Wilson has steadily backpedaled on steel, not only because it is the one issue that might bring down his government, but also because as a trained economist Wilson is well aware that steel nationalization for modern Britain is an unnecessary relic of 19th century socialism...
...hill overlooking Hollywood, a musty, turreted old Gothic house broods amid mist and smog. The traveler who reaches the lonely relic stands damply in a small reception hall presided over by a surly owl with satanically gleaming eyes. But there is no apparent way for the new arrival to get out of the room. Then the receptionist makes a quiet suggestion: a few words, perhaps "Open sesame!", to the owl? The visitor speaks, and, lo, the innocent-looking bookcase near the bird swings open, revealing a crowded bar. The visitor is in The Magic Castle, the U.S.'s only...