Word: sing
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...month seacoast villa. Bureau Chief Carl Mydans who, with his wife, Shelley, spent two Christmases in Japanese concentration camps, expected 15 familyless French, Chinese, British, U.S. and Filipino correspondents to join in. Cabled Correspondent Luter: "After dinner we'll feed the carp in the 100-foot fishpond and sing carols to the accompaniment of a Japanese samisen. It will be an international Christmas in a strangely Oriental setting-but most thoughts will be of home. Cheers...
...decision to stand up to John L.Lewis seemed to have worked wonders for Harry Truman. Columnists and cartoonists noted a sudden rise in his political prestige. At their annual Gridiron Dinner, Washington newsmen softened their traditional digs at the President and chorused "Of thee we sing. Harry!" with real enthusiasm...
...town displaying his terpsichorean felicity and his personal case of manner at their characteristic best. That "Top Hat" bases a mounting series of un-excruciating events on a carefully mistaken identity and calls it a story matters little. Astaire and Ginger Rogers are on a Boston screen, and they sing Irving Berlin songs and dance to them, and there isn't slightest him of a neurosis or psychoanalyst in the whole picture...
Most of Janet Fairbank's recitals lose money, a fact which doesn't concern her greatly. ("I figure I like to sing and it's worth it to me.") Grandfather N. K. Fairbank made his fortune in Gold Dust washing powder, among other things, and helped found the Chicago Symphony Orchestra. Janet's mother is Novelist Janet Ayer (The Bright Land) Fairbank; her aunt is Pulitzer Prize Novelist Margaret Ayer (Years of Grace) Barnes. In a stone mansion on Chicago's State Street and on a gingerbready Victorian estate at Wisconsin's Lake Geneva...
...think I made people realize that there were good American songs. I always try to stay away from hackneyed things. Unless you are a Lotte Lehmann you can't do the old war horses. If I hear a song terribly well sung I don't want to sing it. I gloomily scratch it off my list...