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...Music." Stravinsky used only five instruments-two flutes, an oboe, English horn and cello. A chorus of eight women and two soloists. Mezzo-Soprano Marni Nixon and Tenor Hughes Cuenod, were the only voices. Stravinsky conducted in his usual jerky, graceless style, looking, with his prominent eyes and waving tailcoat, rather like a dapper little Beatrix Potter frog...
Clarence Macartney's fellow students in Princeton Seminary's Class of 1905 felt a trifle awed when Freshman Macartney began setting out on Sundays to preach in nearby churches, wearing a high hat and a black tailcoat. Many of his colleagues have stayed awed ever since. For 47 years, Presbyterian Macartney, singularly unperplexed by theological doubts, scientists' criticism, or the pendulum swing of vogues, has been filling churches by preaching the same Gospel he learned at the Seminary...
...hours, and during the legislative session, sometimes worked an 18-hour day. During inauguration week, when he wore a white tie and tails for the first time in his life, he relaxed at a party by arguing at length with a friend that the atom bomb had made the tailcoat obsolete...
Since he was to sign the peace treaty for his beaten country, Italian plenipotentiary the Marchese Meli-Lupi di Soragna put on his best black tailcoat (now a little tight) and his striped pants (ever so slightly frayed at the cuffs). Outside, in the courtyard of the Italian Embassy, he patted his top hat, caressed his iron-grey mustache, and glanced at the clouded sky. To Paris Cop PauL Simon, on guard by the gate, Soragna remarked: "Some rain coming, I think," and after a pause, "I have a disagreeable task this morning." Cop Simon merely nodded cheerfully...
...train Colonel Starling had a memorable early morning encounter with Woodrow Wilson. "I entered [the private car] quietly and walked down the narrow corridor flanking the bedrooms. Suddenly my ear caught the notes of a familiar melody. Emerging into the sitting room, I saw a figure in top hat, tailcoat, and gray morning trousers, standing with his back to me, hands in his pockets, happily dancing a jig. As I watched him, he clicked his heels in the air, and from whistling he changed to singing, 'Oh, you beautiful doll! You great big beautiful doll...