Word: scene
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Eventually the princess is restored to her father, but only after she has been rescued by Uncle Stanley, who is emboldened by several gallons of gypsy wine, absorbed inadvertently while he was bottling the liquid by a siphoning process. Incidentally, this bottling scene ranks as possibly the funniest we've yet encountered; and for an effective drug to ease you back to work after the pleasures of vacation, we can recommend nothing better...
...graceful Manon, beguiling Tenor Richard Crooks until he gave up all thought of becoming a cleric. With what appeared to be the final curtain the audience was on its feet wildly cheering. But there was more to come. Stage had been set for the garden scene in Traviata. Flowers were everywhere. While members of the company stood by respectfully, Bori received rich tributes. In behalf of 200 friends, Mrs. Vincent Astor gave her a diamond brooch which once belonged to Empress Eugénie. For the Metropolitan Opera Guild Mrs. August Belmont presented a gold traveling clock. The Metropolitan directors...
...pursue their business or pleasure with bounce and intensity in the paintings of Doris (''Doric") Emrick Lee. Even a sleeper sleeps so soundly that he looks dead, and a woman threading a sewing machine is obviously incapable of fatigue. When young Mrs. Lee's bustling kitchen scene, Thanksgiving, was awarded the Chicago Art Institute's $500 Logan prize last autumn, Mrs. Frank Logan pointed her finger in scorn, called it an "awful thing'' (TIME, Nov. 18). Shortly thereafter the Art Institute, of which Mrs. Logan's husband is honorary president, acquired Thanksgiving...
...Jesse Jr. while he was staging a drinking bout in her California home (TIME, Dec. 9); in Santa Barbara, Calif. In absolving his mother, Jesse Jr. testified that the gun went off when he forced it into her hands as the climax of a maudlin "mock death scene...
Darkness and Dawn starts off like any "bourgeois" novel of the old pre-War snow-smothered Russia, but it has not gone far on its 570-page way before the rails begin to appear. Its scene opens among the Petersburg intelligentsia, gradually broadens to include engineers, workers, peasants, revolutionaries. All around the horizon the skies are darkening; as the atmosphere thickens and the wind rises, these rootless figures swirl in ever madder gyrations. Everyone hails the Revolution as the beginning of a new era, but for many it is the dawn of their last day. Though, like all well-behaved...