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...Tinsley Bryant is dead. I don't know exactly what happened to him, but he's dead all right. I sort of buried him myself at 3 a. m. Friday in front of the Capitol in the city which, through administrative decisions made during the last few years, made it possible for me to meet Tinsley...

Author: By Bennett H. Beach, | Title: March on Washington A Long Walk With Tinsley Bryant | 6/11/1970 | See Source »

After a wait of an hour, I had walked out of three circus tents in Arlington National Cemetery with Tinsley's name written on a piece of white cardboard which was strung around my neck. The two of us were taking a four-and-half-mile walk through Washington in the cold, the rain, and the dark...

Author: By Bennett H. Beach, | Title: March on Washington A Long Walk With Tinsley Bryant | 6/11/1970 | See Source »

This walk meant a lot to us, so even when it started dismally, we didn't think of turning back. Over the bridge to Washington from Virginia, where Tinsley lived when that was his habit, the wind blew like hell and the name placard flapped around, twisting and turning. It gave up on that after a while and then just hung there doing nothing at all. And I froze on that bridge...

Author: By Bennett H. Beach, | Title: March on Washington A Long Walk With Tinsley Bryant | 6/11/1970 | See Source »

...conductor and a great cast to do it justice. It gets just that. Colin Davis fans the music to a fierce, steady glow. Highpoints: George Shirley's rocketlike traversal of Fuor del mar-a crippling catalogue of coloratura devices -and Elettra's two arias sung by Pauline Tinsley, a British dramatic soprano whose voice has an electric radiance that recalls Ina Souez and Ljuba Welitsch at their best...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Music: Opera on Your Own | 12/12/1969 | See Source »

...back to the reception center, I sat, dozed, talked, and ate a cheese sandwich until 8 a. m., when I got a ride to Frank's, where I was staying. As I crawled into my sleeping bag I felt good, and a bit self-righteous. Then I remembered that Tinsley Bryant was still dead...

Author: By Bennett H. Beach, | Title: The eyes have it The March Against Death | 11/19/1969 | See Source »

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