Word: sing
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...seems likely to be scratched too. Though a handful of the Met's leading stars are still being paid full fees to keep them available, some are obviously itching to drift away and perform elsewhere. As one of them observed ominously, "A singer must sing...
Smothering Rage. When Mafia men are in trouble, the author contends, "help has a mysterious way of arriving in the nick of time." In the Franzese trial it came just before the judge's charge to the jury, in the form of a letter from a Sing Sing convict named Walter Sher. The letter claimed that one of Mosley's witnesses had admitted to Sher that he himself had killed The Hawk. In an emotional plea, Mosley argued that Sher was a psychopath, who had written the letter without even being asked, hoping to receive favors in prison...
...eruption as a public service. "Looking and sounding not unlike Hitler, but without the charm," Vidal wrote, "he began to shriek insults in order to head me off, and succeeded, for by then my mission was accomplished: Buckley had revealed himself. I had enticed the cuckoo to sing its song, and the melody lingers...
...nourished a number of talented beginners who have grown up to be stars in their own highly specialized orbits. John Reardon is one of them. In many ways, moreover, he typifies the new qualities necessary to survive in opera today. He is good-looking. He acts superbly. He will sing nearly anything that lies within his vocal range. He is also willing to learn the most complicated role in - by old-fashioned standards - nothing flat. This summer at Santa Fe, he is doing two American premieres (The Devils and Gian Carlo Menotti's Help! Help! The Globolinks) as well...
...modern substitute for clan feuds, Welshmen thinking more about "minstrels, ash trees and scansion" than anything else, Cornish gypsies habitually "poovin' the grays" (pasturing their horses at night in somebody else's field). At the Hare and Hounds in Chip-shop, Devon, the customers like to sing hymns while they drink, and one night, they moved over to the church and helped out the choir. "A good time was had by all," the pub keeper told Hillaby, "including, I imagine, the Lord." After so much local color, the author was only mildly disappointed to discover on finally reaching...