Word: singed
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Jimmy Davis! Mamma, it's Harmie Smith! Listen to the guitars. Oh, Mamma, if only I could have a guitar, I'd be so happy." Grace Sands went out one day and made a $10 down payment on a $65 guitar. Tommy taught himself to play and sing. He never amounted to more than a $52-a-week hillbilly bawler for a Hollywood TV station-until one magic night last January, when a single hour on a TV network turned him into the U.S. teenagers' latest rage...
...chorus (and recent award winner in the Metropolitan Opera Auditions of the Air) added her voice to both roles as the spirit moved her. Most of the singers are in their 20s, and all of them are good-looking and enthusiastic about the training they are getting. "They think singing A Masked Ball in private." says Allers, "makes them sing My Fair Lady better in public...
...Allers, and then he pounded out the famous score on a battered concert grand. Sight-reading their roles, the singers followed him with voices that were strong, skilled and supple. Allers lifted an occasional finger to cue a singer, threw out an occasional comment ("We all know we can sing very loud; now let's see if we can put it together''). At the last chords, they were five minutes over their scheduled time. "Late as usual," said Franz Allers, as everyone started for the door. "Thank you. Maestro," said a baritone, stuffing his score into...
...carefree '20s came Gene Austin, asweet-voiced tenor whose story was evocatively told last week on NBC-TV's Goodyear Playhouse. Millions of televiewers had never heard of him, but other millions (over 40) had grown up and fallen in and out of love listening to him sing on records or radio. After thumping a piano in brothels around the country, then touring in vaudeville, Gene began recording, and chiefly between 1924 and 1930 sold 86 million records. Barrel-shaped but still velvet-throated at 56, Tenor Austin, singing the sound track, brought back the nostalgic old daze...
...French street urchin-the impertinent type Parisians call un titi. Juliette, in her clinging, floor-length black, displays the kind of world-weariness that once moved Jean Cocteau to speak of "the 'ruinous jewel of her heart." Both Mick and Juliette, intense admirers insist, do not merely sing-they have something...