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Aprille with his shoures sote has arrived, and the lusty Wife of Bath, the boozy Miller, the testy Reeve and the greedy Merchant are all getting happily sloshed once more, along with the jolly Host of the wayside Tabard Inn. To Londoners' delight, Chaucer's Canterbury Tales has been turned into a rollicking, raunchy musical comedy. The wonder is that nobody has ever tried to do the same thing before...
...beholder wants to touch them. The book's first three sections explore the history of tapestry weaving, a history still being written by those-among them Lurçat, at and Miró-who have revived this ancient art. The fourth and last section, by François Tabard, master weaver at Aubusson in France, explains the techniques...
...throbbed with the wail of bagpipers from the grounds of Edinburgh Castle. By midafternoon, spectators had jammed the "Royal Mile" between Holyrood Palace and Edinburgh Castle to watch the ceremonial parade to dour St. Giles's Cathedral, led by the Lord Lyon King of Arms, in heraldic tabard, looking as if he had stepped off a playing card. In the cavernous cathedral, with a blast of trumpets, the festival was formally opened-a festival that would hear, before it was over, some 1,500 musicians, including seven orchestras, four choirs, four chamber ensembles, and an opera company...
...London barrister, an idealist, but no businessman, pink-faced Tom Hughes set the younger sons to laying out cricket fields, tennis courts, organizing a Rugby football team, dramatic societies, a cornet band. In the Tennessee mountains old English homes sprang up, a "Tabard Inn," a church, a library which included a practically complete set of Hughes first editions, a rare Dickens item, pamphlets by the younger Pitt, the entire series of Illustrator Kate Greenaway. Tom Hughes's mother moved there, lived out her life in "Uffington House." But Tom Hughes's wife thought the whole thing was silly...
...Norfolk, Earl Marshal of England, led a gaudy procession to a scarlet-draped balcony. The silver trumpets of the Horse Guards blew a fanfare, then up stepped Sir Gerald Woods Wollaston, Garter Principal King of Arms, looking like a very expensive Jack of Clubs in his stiff gold-embroidered tabard, and began to read from a long parchment scroll. All the world could hear him, for microphones were concealed in the balcony rail. The first sentence lasted twelve minutes without a period. Excerpts...