Word: shawled
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...Although one of the Met's most imposing casts surrounded Contralto Anderson, the performance was full of flaws. Tenor Richard Tucker growled out notes that were too low for him, Soprano Zinka Milanov let her voice swoop and squawk through Act II, and when she flipped a disguising shawl over her face, she looked so much like an animated teacozy that the audience snickered. Only Roberta Peters' pearly coloratura and pert presence were thoroughly pleasant. But for Marian Anderson the evening was a soaring personal triumph. There were eight curtain calls. "Anderson! Anderson!" chanted the standees...
Even outside this orthodox quarter, the Sabbath lies on the city like a heavy prayer shawl. The strong orthodox contingent in Jerusalem's city government has seen to it that public transportation is banned from the streets; shops and cinemas are closed. For the unobservant Jews, who make up about half Jerusalem's population outside Mea Shearim, the Sab bath became a day of insufferable tedium...
...household slavery" and giving them equal rights with men only so that they could also carry hods, puddle steel and unload barges. "The hardest-worked sex in the country and perhaps in the world," cried appalled Feminist Perle Mesta last year after seeing her sisters under the shawl in Russia. In 37 years no woman ever sat in the Soviet Politburo. Ana Pauker, onetime Rumanian Foreign Minister, is one of the few to reach top rank in the Communist world, and Pauker is now out of power and out of sight...
Manhattan's Town Hall was cold and empty one morning last week, as a small, dark-haired woman deposited her mink coat and shawl on a stage table, set up her metronome, covered her shoulders with a sweater, and sat down at the concert grand. For the next two hours she worked from page to page of Beethoven's "Waldstein" Sonata, starting at dead-slow tempo, one hand at a time, working up to half tempo, patiently repeating certain figures again and again, uncovering little melodies hidden in the passagework, testing the spaces between chords for the precise...
...doing nothin'--why that's the most useless job there is. And all these salesmen tramping the same street, selling the same damn thing on the same damn day. Why--." "But they're not unemployed, are they?" said the girl. "Gimme another question," said Trainor. The woman in the shawl scowled at the girl while Trainor was engrossed in the subtleties of another question. "It don't take an Einstein," he replied, "to figger out that when the workers find out what it's all about, they aren't gonna take it lying down . . . some of them learn slow...