Word: vos
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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This gaudy story, filmed as J'irai cracher sur vos tombes (I'll Spit on Your Graves), played at four Parisian theaters last week to enthusiastic reviews. But those who had read the novel from which the movie was made should have realized that it was a phony from the start. The Spitter was written 13 years ago by Boris Vian (a civil engineer by day, a jazz trumpeter in a Left Bank cave by night); its publishers claimed that it was a translation from a U.S. novel by one Vernon Sullivan. The public loved its fake sociology...
...bubble-when the pressure on the inside of the car equaled that on the outside. Kliphuis slowly turned the door handle, which now opened easily, shot through the opening and surfaced. "You have to persuade the pupils to wait for the bubble and not panic," explained Teacher Herman Vos. "That's all there...
...into Bratwurst, roly-poly Hans and Fritz last week reacted with their usual aplomb. "Vot's mit diss nutty island?" demands black-haired Hans in righteous indignation. Just in time, an utter stranger saves the brothers from certain ingestion. "Only for you," towheaded Fritz thanks their rescuer, "ve vos on der half-shell." And so, as it has since their birth 60 years ago, another bit of nonsense fell off the pen of Cartoonist Rudolph Dirks to save the world's most durable delinquents of the funny page for more low jinks next week...
...pieces by Mozart--"Laut Verkunde" and "Die Maurerfreude"--were not performed in an outstanding manner; clarity and precision were lacking. The motet, "Non vos relinquam," by Byrd, should probably have to tempi, although the remarkable voice registrations, involving a very high tenor, were brought out well when the wind obliged. Even the Maelstrom, however, could not have drowned out the rhythmic and almost percussive phrases of the Preger "Sanctus," a work of dubious musical worth, and even less liturgical relevance. Completing the serious part of the program were Dvorak's charming "Maiden in the Wood," and Milhaud's "Psalm...
...very much upset," he says. "I don't remember whether or not I recited the words well. But I remember referring to everybody, saying, 'Ego vos absolvo.' There was only one Protestant aboard-I think he was a German archaeologist. All he asked was whether the absolution was valid for him. 'Yes,' I answered, 'but everything depends on whether you have faith...