Word: stood
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Once S. S. explained the secret of his success: "There never was anyone whom I was afraid to ask to write for me." One popular writer, Poet Oliver Wendell Holmes, stood fast for a while: he said he would be neither "lured nor McClured." Eventually McClure...
Rivera got into the San Carlos Academy of Fine Arts when he was only eleven, but his real teacher was José Posada, the Daumier of Mexico, whose printmaking shop stood near the school. "I used to peer into his window every evening," says Rivera, "until at last he invited me inside. We talked together for seven years, about politics and art. He taught me the connection between art and life; that you can't express what you don't feel...
Undertaker Joe. When he finished at Chapingo, Rivera decided it was time for a visit of homage to Moscow. He went there in 1927, and seemed to enjoy himself hugely. He stood for three icy hours on one occasion sketching a parade in the Red Square, later sold 45 watercolors of it to Mrs. John D. Rockefeller Jr. He also met and sketched Stalin. He was in one of his pro-Stalin moods, and he felt moved and honored. Later, in one of his unpredictable flipflops, he changed his mind, wrote sarcastically (in Esquire...
...their faces, they might have been entering Paradise . . . Suddenly a peanut-shaped head, surmounted by a military haircut and decked off with a magnificent pair of long moustaches, rose above them . . . one hand slipped into his overcoat and the other folded behind him, a la Napoleon . . . Comrade Stalin stood posed before the saints and worshippers...
...Even so, the rehearsal was far from grumpless; if it had been, it wouldn't have been a Toscanini rehearsal or resulted in a Toscanini performance. Once, when a singer yelped on an entrance, the tireless little tyrant roared in his hoarse, drama-ridden voice: "No! NO!" then stood speechless, slapping his leg with his baton, trying to suppress what he calls his "bad character." Once, dripping-wet in his black alpaca rehearsal coat, the maestro stopped the brassy triumphal march: "No! Not for the dead. For the living, for the living...