Word: toning
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...little woman with an uncontrollable temper, Madame Karst screeched and nagged, threw pillows at her pupils. One day Helen sobbed, "I can never satisfy you!" "When you can satisfy me you won't need me any more," snapped Madame Karst. She taught Traubel to sing "down" so her tones would go over; to drop her jaw as far as possible to get a "free" tone without strain ("You can't go through a closed door"). Once Madame Karst shouted, "My God, you big cow, how can you do that? Don't cocky-doodle...
...Tone. The greatest surprise were the Russians, who acted more jovially than at any previous international gathering. There were some flurries, such as their request for added police protection of their Glen Cove, L.I. estate, and the occasion, at Flushing, when indomitable Foreign Minister Molotov almost walked straight into a wall where he thought a door should have been. But it was perhaps typical of the new Russian mood that he smilingly permitted himself to be guided along the right path by Interpreter Pavlov, thus avoiding a major clash of unyielding forces...
Winnie the Enemy. Mclntire's principal clues to his master's condition were simply "[his] color, the tone of his voice, the tilt of his chin, and the way he tackled his orange juice, cereal, and eggs." He got F.D.R.'s valets to pass on to him any pertinent details. He learned to peek unobtrusively at the height of the presidential workbasket and "the wash" (F.D.R.'s name for the countless documents that required his signature), to estimate the hours of work the President had before him, and to lay plans accordingly. He came to recognize...
Although nobody liked The Sortie of the Banning Cocq Company, it had, after all, been paid for; so the Cocq Company hung it, trusted the smoky fireplace and their mellow meerschaums to tone it down in time. Amsterdamers later moved it to the City Hall, cut three feet off its sides to make it fit its new home better...
...tone, in large measure, remained Elizabethan. Costumes were sober; the dim-lighted sets were mainly just drapes of black and grey, so readily shifted for change of scene that the play flowed pauselessly as fate itself to its blood-slippery conclusion. The cast, down to the minor roles, played with assurance and conviction. Head & shoulders above this excellent support stood the Hamlet of Louis-Jean Barrault, onetime pantomimist and cinemactor, and a brilliant renegade from the Comedie Française. Barrault's Hamlet was real, immediate, full-bodied, and above all intelligent...