Word: vulgars
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Meanwhile, Washington's Monsignor Michael J. Ready had declared that the priest's trip was "a political burlesque.'' (Father Orlemanski, aggrieved at such "vulgar words," declared it was "not a burlesque but high-class opera.") Nor was Monsignor Ready impressed by Stalin's signature: "What we need from Stalin is his declaration of full religious freedom in Russia, not his signature...
...kept in perfumed leather cases. There is also an inspired side show of infantas, royal dwarfs, idiots, buffoons and a little gallery of Velazquez' early, almost photographic genre pictures done in his precourt days when Velazquez used to brag: "I would rather be the first of the vulgar painters than the second of the refined ones." In strong contrast are a number of the passionless religious paintings of which Critic Thomas Craven once said: ". . . the only worthless things he ever...
What makes Helen Goes to Troy as a show is the thing that has kept it alive for nearly a century: the inimitable lilt of Offenbach's music, a vulgar Parisian sheen that sparkles like the rhinestones in a cocotte's garter...
...soldier also likes to laugh at his own misfortunes. If he should "stumble inadvertently into a pile of manure, he will be the first to tell about it, and will almost certainly enlarge the dimensions and aromas of the pile at each successive recounting." His humor is vulgar, loud and bawdy...
Antheil's new symphony boomed with martial rhythms and surged with soulful tunes. It sounded successively like Richard Strauss's Ein Heldenleben, a circus parade and a Czechoslovakian weenie-roast. It was vulgar, raucous, unabashedly sentimental, as enjoyable as a baseball game or a day at Coney Island. Critics were unable to down the suspicion that Composer Antheil had paid careful attention to the music and success of Dmitri Shostakovich. In any event, the work proved what some of his friends have long suspected: that the talent Antheil has hid under a bushel of estheticism...