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...candidate who was defeated in 1912 wore a black robe and sat behind a long table. The candidate defeated in 1916 and the candidate defeated in 1924 appeared in long coats of black. Technically they were present as "friends" of the candidate who was defeated...
...production is a risk because it is old fashioned. It is a leisurely piece with a purpose. Brieux, French author of the original, is inclined to propaganda (Damaged Goods and The Red Robe). Modern plays have hurried things up be hind the footlights. If they have a sermon to preach they take care to cast it in intensive words and action. Accused is largely argument, brilliant and searching argument to be sure, but developed in long paragraphs...
Twenty to thirty abreast, white robed unmasked (to conform to a local ordinance), with white peaked hats, white cords around their waists, arms folded, the marchers followed rank on rank. Here and there was color-an imperial robe of crimson or scarlet or green. Everywhere floated American flags. The entire District of Columbia contingent (of about 100) carried each a large flag, gift from the Texas Klans. Other banners showed a masked horseman, a little red schoolhouse, the legend "Non Silbla sed Anthar (Klansmen smirk when asked to translate this; it is not Latin), and the legend...
There was a scuffle of feet outside the dressing-room door. A call boy-"Mr. Gatti wants you. Immediately." Young Tibbett grabbed his robe. Gatti-Casazza, famed director of the Metropolitan, smilingly pushed him toward the stage. There, alone, he took his curtain call, bowed again and again. Then the opera was permitted to proceed...
...Galuppi 2. Maniacht (May Night) Brahms Auch Kleine Dinge (E'en Litte Things) Wolf Erhebung (Reflections) Schouberg 3. In Myrtle Shade Guffes Persian Poem (Omer Khayam) Santoliquido In the Silence of Night Rachmaninoff 4. Negro Spirituals I've got a Home in that Rock Set Down I Got a Robe You Hear de Lambs a Cryin...