Word: tre
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Last week, it was the French Canadians' turn to take top billing. Twelve players from Montreal's Théâtre du Nouveau Monde turned in crackling, rapid-fire performances of three Molière one-act plays. Most of their audience was English-speaking, but the French actors' skilled miming as they romped through the Molière farces got the meaning across. The addition of the French plays and French style to the Stratford program was hailed not only as a theatrical coup, but also as a rare illustration of Canada's dual culture...
...tre d'Hôtel Charles Ficklin gets $4,745; his brother, First Butler John Ficklin, $3,575. They, the second butler and two other butlers, two housekeepers, five housemen and eight maids, must keep track of 2,200 pieces of table linen, 2,427 of glassware, 10,114 of chinaware, 6,201 of silverware, 2,630 of furniture, to say nothing of lamps, rugs, draperies, portraits, blankets and assorted bric-a-brac...
...pleure dans mon coeur Comme il pleut sur la ville. Quelle est cette langueur Qui pénétre mon coeur...
Orange Pop & Farewell. "The Boulevard Paul Bert, once the pride of an attractive French colonial town, lay almost deserted. Shops were padlocked. Little bistros with such nostalgic names as Bar Bretagne and Café de Paris were tightly boarded. So was the Cinevox Théátre, which still advertised a movie called La Dernièe Chance. A big cotton mill, which once employed about 20,000 Vietnamese, was also closed down, but the French mill operators seemed in no great hurry to leave. Said one wrinkled old Frenchman, who had lived in Namdinh for 17 years...
...already calling herself Gertie Lawrence when she won a scholarship at London's Conti Dancing Academy. Another student, Noel Coward, remembers her as a lively 14-year-old with ringlets: "Her face was far from pretty but tre mendously alive. She gave me an orange and told me a few mildly dirty stories, and I loved her from then onwards." Once, her teacher led her to a piano, put a piece of paper under the strings, and struck a chord. "That," she said, "is what your voice sounds like." Gertie worked hard to get rid of her cockney twang...