Word: stillness
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Only one of the composers who replied thought the traditional scale was all washed up. Wrote 79-year-old but still rebellious Florent Schmitt: "The end of our twelve-tone system is inevitable . . . It has been tortured to the point where it is now as barren as an old skeleton . . . We have to venture into new fields." His solution: an 18-tone scale, made of third-tone intervals instead of the usual half tones...
Dutch Engineer Cornelis Pot, 64, arrived in Manhattan last week with a slightly different solution. For Pot, the old scale was still serviceable: the trouble lay in the way it was put to paper, with a confusion of sharps, flats and keys. In his Klavarscribo method ("marvelously simple, simply marvelous," says Pot happily), all of that is eliminated by indicating notes (and measures) on vertical lines that correspond to the keys of the piano, black notes for black keys, white for white...
...aging and ailing champions, Assault and Stymie, in Aqueduct's Edgemere Handicap. Assault, fourth-highest moneywinner in turf history ($672,520), closed gamely despite a patched-up leg and finished third. Stymie, still the world's top moneywinning horse ($911,335), was rapturously applauded as he went to the paddock for his first race since he was retired with a cracked sesamoid bone 14 months ago. After finishing dead last, Stymie was still cheered. In keeping with the quaint custom at New York tracks, the boos were for Jockey Eddie Arcaro, who rode My Request, the winner...
...week's end, 32-year-old Paul Coates had gained five pounds. He had sampled Scotch haggis (oatmeal and suet pudding), frankfurters & sauerkraut, spareribs, and potato latkes (pancakes), still had some 250 meals to go. A thoughtful reader had sent him a tin of baking soda, but Coates was no quitter. Gritted he: "I'll follow through...
Even if a single dose is brought down within safe limits, a child is still in danger of overexposure. Most authorities set three exposures in one day, or twelve in a year, as the maximum allowable. But on many machines there is nothing to keep a moppet from pressing the button again & again to see his wiggling toes. And if mother is hard to please, the salesman will want to give her another look...