Word: tucker
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...wind box" (iron lung) took care of Charlie's breathing and shook his faith in the infallibility of tribal magic. To clinch it, the doctors gave him his tucker (food) intravenously and by stomach tube. Charlie, half-starved, had wandered six days in the bush without food. As he regained some strength, Charlie seemed to regain some will to live...
...Gambler at the Met. Common as it is, tenoritis has rarely infected U.S. tenor Richard Tucker, who pined and paraded about the stage of Manhattan's Metropolitan Opera House one night last week as Don José in Carmen near the end of his finest season yet. A onetime cantor in a New York synagogue, he is one of the top tenors, and some think the best, in the world today. "Caruso, Caruso, that's all you hear!" Met General Manager Rudolf Bing once said. "I have an idea we're going to be proud some...
Brooklyn-born Richard Tucker, 41, is gifted with vocal equipment capable of a lyrical, sensuous legato and a ringing, exciting fortissimo. Beyond that he gives credit for his eminence to 1) the late Tenor Paul Althouse for teaching him, 2) former Met Manager (and former tenor) Edward Johnson for bringing him into the Met, and 3) Rudolf Bing for elevating him in roles and income. "I was making $6,000 as a cantor when Mr. Johnson offered me $95 a week to join the Met," says Tucker. "When Mr. Bing came here, I was singing for $350 a week. When...
...heavy-set man (180 Ibs.), Tucker leads as dedicated a life as any tenor. On performance days, he rises at 10, has coffee, juice, perhaps cereal, for breakfast. Around 4 p.m., he has eggs, toast and coffee and then nothing until after the performance, when he eats a sandwich. "The day I sing, I'm a stranger in the house. Talking is hard on the voice, so I don't talk." His three sons know better than to talk to him very much on those days...
...GRAVE, by Wilson Tucker (250 pp.; Rinehart; $2.75), is not much of a mystery after the first chapters, but it is notable for an unusual hero and some fascinating details about the unpleasant profession of burking.* B. G. Brooks is a mild-mannered little investigator for a trade association of cemetery owners. He always carries an umbrella, lets off steam by exclaiming "Gracious, me!" and "Oh, dear!" but is a dangerous man for villains to tangle with...