Word: sours
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Apartheid U." Enough of a sour taste remains from these incidents for Africans in Moscow to call Friendship University "Apartheid U.," even though the government forehandedly registered 60 Russians to make it seem less segregated. Moreover, on the theory that some of the blame was due to getting the "wrong" kind of student. Friendship University has tried to pick its own students abroad (India balked at that condition; Burma, the Congo, Nepal and Ethiopia refused to let any students go). Friendship University seems to have plenty of money, room, and even its courses do not smack too much of party...
...Michael Senturia '58, and consisted of two motets by Giovanni Gabrieli for chorus and brass choir. Mr. Senturia's deft direction elicited a clean, vigorous attack from both singers and brass in the second of the two, In Ecclesiis, but the first suffered from the same fuzzy intonation and sour accompaniment that despoiled Mr. Forbes' Magnificat...
...Knife. Disappointment and near disaster trailed Nikita Khrushchev around the city. He engaged in a TV shouting match with an interviewer nearly as brash as himself-frenetic Producer David Susskind (see SHOW BUSINESS). Even Khrushchev's grisly jokes went sour. Asked by newsmen if he had changed his mind on disarmament, Khrushchev produced a penknife, said "I have this," and wondered aloud if the knife "could puncture such a sack" as the U.S.'s stout ambassador to the U.N., James J. Wadsworth...
...Wagner's Die Walküre. But one listener was unimpressed-Critic Peter Branscombe of London's Financial Times, which takes a passing interest in music. Pronounced Branscombe: "She is not yet the perfect Brünnhilde, but her sense of the stage is deepening." That one sour note was enough for Birgit to conclude that London is a town with rocks in its head. Cried she caustically: "I will not sing the part again in London until I'm more matured." But it was merely a fit of pique: at week's end Birgit...
...putting its bad apples at the top of the barrel and its milk of human kindness inside Pernod bottles, Irma La Douce endows its harmless story with a nice tingle of iniquity, even a certain mixture of sweetness and bite. Now and then the gags and goings-on go sour, or the story droops: Nestor-Oscar, for example, outwears its welcome. But under Peter Brook's brilliant direction, most of Irma moves remarkably fast, with the advisable speed of things outside the law and people on the lam-or it kicks its heels with Parisian verve and pertness. Marguerite...