Word: singed
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...pants and reefers. They romped and spun tops while customs officials skimmed through their 22 valises in each of which bathrobe, towel, comb and handkerchiefs were packed exactly alike. Then, after sight-seeing Manhattan, the boys set out for Washington where Mrs. Hoover and many another notable heard them sing with expert unity and phrasing, saw them enact neatly and unaffectedly Bastien & Bastienne, a fragile little opera which another Austrian boy, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, wrote when...
Most boy choirs existed because the Catholic Church would not permit women to sing in the sanctuary. The Wiener Sängerknaben sang nothing but ecclesiastical music until 1926 when Father Schnitt's savings were gone and they went out giving concerts with an eye to the boxoffice. The blue-&-white sailor costumes which the boys are wearing for the U. S. concerts are symbolic of the secular turn their programs have taken. (In Washington last week they sang "The Star-Spangled Banner" and "Dixie.") Proceeds from their U. S. tour, to be taken in a bus labeled "Wiener...
During the service, the choir, under the direction of Dr. A. T. Dayison, will sing three anthems: "Let Us Now Praise Famous Men," R. Vaughan Williams; "Give Rest, O Christ," Kieff Melody; and "Salvation Belongeth To Our God," Tschesnokoff. Dr. Davison will be at the organ, given by Ralph Isham '89, in memory of his son, A. K. Isham...
...casements, and drifts down the sunny street. Men turn from their tasks and listen, as to a Pied Piper; old fingers and young ache to play. Someone in the fields takes up a fiddle; a fine gentleman blows the dust from his guitar. A street boy whistles; soldiers sing. All the street is become a gypsy orchestra. It is happy Vienna, Schubert's town, and the streets are filled with his song...
...casements, and drifts down the sunny street. Men turn from their tasks and listen, as to a Pied Piper; old fingers and young ache to play. Someone in the fields takes up a fiddle; a fine gentleman blows the dust from his guitar. A street boy whistles; soldiers sing. All the street is become a gypsy orchestra. It is happy Vienna, Schubert's town, and the streets are filled with his song...