Word: stage
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...evening a fortnight ago a tall, slim, sandy-haired man in street clothes sat on a desk in the wings of Manhattan's Metropolitan Opera House and watched the Sadler's Wells Ballet performance of Apparitions. From time to time, when she wasn't on stage, prima ballerina Margot Fonteyn came over to talk to him. TIME's Chandler Thomas, having sat through five performances of different ballets out front, wanted to see how ballet looked from backstage. He was getting ready for this week's cover story on Miss Fonteyn...
Merry Chase. The prospect of peace in steel let the U.S. Government turn its attention on John L. Lewis, whose seven-week-old soft-coal strike had passed the pinching stage and was really hurting. In Washington last week for a clandestine meeting with Federal Mediator Cyrus Ching, John L. was in a sullen but athletic mood. For 45 minutes he led newsmen on a comic-opera chase through midtown Washington, waddling through side doors and around corners like an amateur Sydney Greenstreet, climbing in & out of taxicabs, bouncing up & down in elevators...
...Madrid, Surrealist Salvador Dali put on his own version of Don Juan Tenorio, Spain's traditional All Souls' Day show. "I am too much of a Spaniard and a necrophile," he said cheerfully, "to miss this chance-food and tombs on stage together." Startled first-nighters saw the heroine clad as half nun and half Easter lily, her duenna completely faceless, another nun headless and one tavern character with two heads. Among huge fish, crawling monsters and enormous yellow butterflies, danced a coquettish, bell-shaped madonna. Exulted Dali: "I have never done anything so absolutely...
...long comic tradition of cheating cheaters. And the tone is becoming to Composer (The Cradle Will Rock) Blitzstein, who gets strident when shaking his fist but is vivacious when thumbing his nose. As plain razzing-it falls flat when it reaches for satire-Regina teems with brisk musical stage directions, brilliant little jingles, V-for-villainy motifs, high-spirited hocuspocus...
Given half a chance, the pair of them, with their timing, their teamwork, their contrapuntal growls and purrs, can put any scene across. And now & then, amid large blobs of stage custard, Playwright Behrman obliges with a nice witticism about husbands or Boston. But unhappily there are long stretches in I Know, My Love when there is neither any play on the stage nor any Lunts...