Word: strident
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...thirst of the Chicago operagoer is to continue to be slaked. Last year throughout certain sections of the country many a tired husband left the warmth of his hearth to nod at the performance of the "Chicago Civic Opera Company." Many a matron fondly listened to the strident tones of "leading tenors" of the "Chicago Civic Opera Company." Simultaneously with the financial report, President Insull announced that the genuine Company had never been in those particular localities; that former ballerinos and chorus-men were blossoming forth as coloraturas, "leading men"; . . . that precautions had been taken against repetition of the fraud...
From the ultra-exclusive Carlton Club, London, there emerged one evening last week that arch Tory, Home Secretary Sir William Joynson-Hicks. Suddenly a strident horn squawked, a raucus brakeband squeaked, a diminutive two-seater taxi clattered up to the curb. "Jixie! Jixie, sir?" cried the driver. Scandalized, the Carlton's imperious doorman motioned this hawker of transportation to move on, summoned the Home Secretary's motor. Frigid with annoyance, Sir William Joynson-Hicks rolled away. At least he appeared frigid. He is popularly supposed to resent the nickname "Jix" applied to him by vulgar plebs. He is alleged...
...bringing the Chinese Emperor a mechanical nightingale, and the stupid, stupid courtiers, forgetting their own perfect nightingale, applaud the artificial one, and the real bird flies away. . . . The Emperor is dying and the nightingale sings again. Death stops to listen, steals away, leaves the Emperor, enlightened, happy. Stravinsky, strange, strident, sardonic, owed many of his most striking effects to Serge Soudeikine, who in designing the sets dared to do as much with wild, intoxicating color as Stravinsky did with his horns and strings rhd piano. Marion Talley (TIME, Mar. 1) was the Nightingale, never once seen. She stood...
...were listening to the hot-lipped, two-timing, razz-m'tazzle moan of the saxophones that chuckle and the whistles that whine in the cabarets of Charleston, Memphis, Chicago, in San Francisco roof-gardens and the honkey-tonk joints of Tia Juana; they were listening to tones as strident as peroxided hair, to rhythms that strutted like Negro girls in diamond tiaras. "The most authentic piece of music," said Carl Van Vechten, "that ever came out of America." Critics hurried to crown with bayleaf the youthful brow of George Gershwin. Walter Damrosch besought him to write a jazz concerto...
...seems to ignore the ancient East. In the East civilization arose earliest, has lasted with least change, and bids fair to endure with greatest permanency. The East is both civilized and barbarous, and out of its barbarity new hordes may rush upon the flimsy fabric of occidentalism. In pushing strident commercial claims, the possibility of reaction must be remembered; and greed for a few dollars today must not be allowed to organize the tremendous forces of the East into a unanimity of hostility. A mess of potage for today is not worth a birthright for tomorrow. If the West...