Word: stools
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Conductor Bernardino Molinari, 54, displeased her. Molinari kept his temper at rehearsal but last week's performance was too much for him. The Concerto, Beethoven's First, had ended and he had left the stage. But not little Ruth Slenczynski. She stayed firmly planted on her piano stool, tossing off encore after encore even after Richard M. Tobin came on stage to present her with a string of pearls from the Orchestra Association. Backstage Conductor Molinari snatched up his hat and overcoat, started for the door muttering: "It's an insult to the orchestra, the most confounded...
...onetime Socialist-editor of The Nation, Paul Blanshard, who has lately distinguished himself as director of a civic committee. As helper he will have a 31-year-old lawyer, Irving Ben Cooper, who became one of Samuel Seabury's favorite aids because he unearthed the sleazy Tammany stool pigeon whose trick was to make honest women look like prostitutes...
...little girl was Ruth Slenczynski, 8-year-old prodigy from Sacramento, Calif., who had just returned from three years in Europe. And when she had flipped up her dress, wriggled up on the stool and stretched down for the pedals, the audience knew that it had not been fooled at all. Her hands could barely span an octave but they sounded chords which were rich and strong. Beethoven's Pathétique needed more sweep than she could give it. Once in the Bach her right hand was not quite sure what her left hand was doing...
...Author. Writing funny stories is not all sherry and biscuits to Pelham ("Plum") Grenville Wodehouse, 51. He started it as a release from the tedium of a high stool in the Bank of England where his father's sudden retirement landed him instead of in Oxford. His scribbling soon persuaded the head clerk ("dark...
...bedside his only daughter, Mrs. Mary Louise Curtis Bok; his stepdaughter. Mrs. John Charles Martin and her husband, his newspaper-publishing partner. Two days later the great pipe organ downstairs on which Mr. Curtis liked to improvise for a few minutes before breakfast (sitting on a special stool because he was short), breathed the strains of "Hymn to the Night" while the Men's Singing Club of Portland sang the words: ''Softly now the light of day fades upon my sight away. . . ." Large among the floral pieces which banked the music room was one in the shape...