Word: tigress
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Winnie Ruth Judd was blonde, slim, shapely, 26. That was the day she killed her friends. Many times in the next 15 months, passionate Mrs. Judd earned in full her newspaper nickname "The Blonde Tigress." She dropped her hysteria, her fits of blank staring, only when an impressionable jury had saved her from a scaffold-drop by judging her insane...
...invalid 56-year-old husband, Dr. William C. Judd, in Sawtelle, Calif., Hospital Superintendent Louis Saxe broadcast a promise: she could run the prison beauty parlor if she'd return. One night this week a burglar fled from a Phoenix home, was caught. It was the onetime tigress, near starvation. For six days she had been hiding in a cornfield...
...objects : the sinister, pasty-faced Klytemnestra of Kerstin Thorborg; the brilliant conducting of Artur Bodanzky. Pauly, whose last year's appearance in a concert version of Elektra under Conductor Artur Rodzinski was the sensation of the Philharmonic-Symphony season (TIME, March 29), prowled the stage like a maimed tigress, managed to give Strauss's frantic, maniacal heroine a quality of grandeur. Undaunted by gut-busting vocal hurdles, she sang, moaned and screamed her part, heating every note with emotion. Critics unanimously confirmed her European reputation as No. i Elektra and an artist of phenomenal ability...
...head again, in the person of an Eton boy on vacation, with whom Elinor ate candy and discussed the classics. On a visit to Paris, a little later, she was beset by a passionate Frenchman, who took her to the zoo, thrilled her to the marrow by whispering "Belle Tigresse!" (beautiful tigress) in her ear. From that adventure Elinor dates her hunger for tiger skins, of which she afterwards had seven. When her sister married into English society, Elinor visited her, became an immediate success. Her first two seasons brought her three admirers-a bibulous, spluttering peer, a Duke...
First impression was to wonder why anyone so flagrantly sexy as her Carmen should trouble to work for a living in a cigaret factory. She sang the Habanera belligerently, as if defying the world. She turned on bewildered Don Jose like a tigress, sidled up to the captain of the guards like an oldtime cinema vamp. The stage scarcely seemed to hold her. Ponselle's voice is naturally sumptuous, but she was too busy ranting to do justice by Bizet's music...