Word: singed
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Grated Nerves. The Maryland Chemical Center resentment flared one night last September after 100 ESPPs hired a nearby boat club for a party. Togged in civilian clothes, they drank beer, played bridge, settled down to sing homemade songs.* Irked by the noise and obscenity, neighbors called the cops. State troopers, accompanied by an Army Criminal Investigation agent, swooped out of the bush, grabbed a handful of men while the majority filtered into the darkness. When the handful was ordered court-martialed, the trial became a celebrated case. ESPPs at the Chemical Center and other ESPP "campuses" chipped...
...tries a bit harder to understand. "I've a harsh, unattractive voice, but at least it's distinctive," she says. "The cab drivers always spot it. The other day, one of them said to me: 'You don't have talent, you can't sing, you're not a very good dancer, you're no glamour girl and you're no spring chicken, but there's one thing you do have-courage...
...zigzag lightning sign with her left forefinger and crooned a ritual chant. As she passed her hand over Mary's body, it began to tremble. From its motion (ni'dilniih) Emma concluded that Mary had somehow offended the Wind Spirits. Her prescription: a chishiji, a two-day sing led by a medicine...
...Must Be So." With summer festivals extending opera into a year-round enterprise, and with operatic recordings gushing forth in unprecedented profusion, the life of a globetrotting soprano has taken on a frenetic quality that would have astounded the great voices of a more leisurely age. Tebaldi will sing 22 performances at the Met this season (Tosca, Cio-Cio-San, Mimi, Desdemona and Manon Lescaut), will then take a swing about the country on a recital tour, move on to Havana, Rome, Naples, then make her Paris Opera debut, go on to the Vienna Opera. July will be given over...
...Holly has the "mean reds," as she calls the deep blues, and shudders at thoughts of "the fat woman," as she calls death, she likes to cab past Tiffany's and "breakfast" on its jeweled serenity, or else crawl out on her fire escape with her cat and sing "Don't wanna sleep, Don't wanna die, Just wanna go a-travelin' through the pastures...