Word: soft
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Invited to the Festival by friends, soft-spoken Dorothy Maynor wangled a chance to sing for Koussevitzky. When her big, velvety voice swung out in a brace of difficult Lieder, ceremonious Koussevitzky threw up his hands, cried: "A native Flagstad!" Next day, at a private picnic given by Koussevitzky to the members of the orchestra and a few hand-picked critics and musicians, Soprano Maynor, perfectly poised, warbled faultless coloratura, crooned deep Lieder, went to town on a Wagnerian Ho-yo-to-ho. The gilt-edged professional audience marveled at her versatility and easy form, found her rich voice...
...soft, spring evening, three years ago, Frigyes (Frederic) Karinthy, popular Hungarian poet, sat sipping tea in his favorite Budapest café. Suddenly he heard locomotives rumbling, reverberating, dying away. Startled, he raised his head. He knew there had been no trains on the streets of Budapest for 40 years. But he took no treatment for his head-splitting hallucinations until his eyesight grew dim, his legs shaky, his stomach rebellious...
...felt them wheel me under the lamp," he wrote. "I felt a succession of little pricks in a wide circle ... on my head. Then . . . one long horizontal incision at the back of my neck. This did not hurt me either. I felt soft gestures, as if my flesh were being opened and folded back...
...spending on the way out, private capital would go back to work, would more than make up investment-wise for the $3,000,000,000-odd of new Government money which the New Deal has pumped into the U. S. economy each year. Their hopes were raised when smiling, soft-spoken Acting Secretary of the Treasury John Hanes announced last week that business was doing fine, ". . . We are on the eve of what may be a real forward movement...
Gimlet-eyed, grandmotherly, soft-drawling Dorothy Dix (Mrs. Elizabeth Meriwether Gilmer) is a Southern gentlewoman who as a child liked to ride, hunt, shoot and play with the pickaninnies. A half-demented old family retainer taught her to read: by twelve she knew Shakespeare, Scott and Dickens "by heart," had "toyed with" the historical writings of Josephus, Motley, Gibbon. She read "no mushy children's books." Forty-two years ago she began writing a column of advice to the lovelorn which was not perceptibly influenced by any of the writers who had formed her girlish mind...