Word: rowes
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Hard on their white heels was a fine new convertible, "Courtesy of Alf's Auto's--Roxville," in whose back seat had collapsed a member of the marching band. Spotting the opening in the last row of the band, one South Boston roue, an old hand at parades, moved swiftly into the position, calling the order to "close ranks." But soon the band had passed, and the crowd pressed forward eagerly to give its first hurrah as a black Cadillac, outfitted liberally with tattered green bunting, crawled past. Inside, a well fed figure, moving uneasily in its rich clothes, smiled...
...chamber was almost deserted when Lawyer Dodd. veteran of two terms (1953-57) in the House, rose at his back-row desk, laid his speech on a lectern, and speaking in a clear, strong voice began working his way through his careful logic...
...brusque scherzo touched with jazz. The finale built to a rushing climax, then subsided in a resigned, dramatically simple theme played by strings and woodwinds. The audience could summon up only polite applause. But Cleveland's Composer-Critic Herbert Elwell found Rochberg's mastery of the tone row remarkable and his symphonic ideas "deeply absorbing." The style, explained Composer Rochberg, was strongly influenced by Schoenberg, but he had a warning for young composers who turn to Schoenberg and Stravinsky too early: "Before you take off, you've got to be on the ground...
...barnyard. In the early morning mist the low-lying white barn, surmounted by five giant blue-black silos, rode the frozen prairie like an ocean liner. Like a rumble of surf came the hungry bellowing of 400 white-faced Herefords and the grunting of 500 Hampshire hogs, waiting at row on row of troughs to be fed. In the barn. North stepped up to an instrument panel as intricate as a ship's, began pushing buttons and pulling switches. All around, the barn came to vibrant life. From one silo dropped ground corn, from another silage, from a third...
...seems a sensible idea, and it might have been the theme of a sensible attempt at row-house realism, but Scriptwriter Joseph Stefano has loaded this piece of pizza with a mess of indigestible sentimentality, and Director Martin Ritt has turned it out half-baked. In the last half of the story, even Actor Quinn, usually a rock-solid performer, comes apart like a discouraged anchovy...