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...play by Eugene O'Neill , it is a melodrama similar in style, if not in score, to Poulenc's La Voix Humaine. The setting is a grim Depression flat. Soprano Marilyn Zschau is preparing breakfast for her husband before leaving for her own job as a waitress. While she flops around the room in her slip, she carries on a one-way conversation with the silent and unseen spouse as he gets up and goes into the bathroom to shave...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Music: Opera Is Still Alive in New York | 10/20/1980 | See Source »

...days later, Langston sits in the hotel restaurant eating breakfast, two pieces of whole wheat toast, and downing large swallows of coffee, truly an unknown comic. When he tries to charge the meal to his room, the waitress asks him to prove he is a hotel guest. Two tables down, some other people recognize him and wave...

Author: By Bill Braunstein, | Title: THE UNKNOWN COMIC | 9/18/1980 | See Source »

...dance lessons. The summer after sophomore year her parents again offered to pay for a summer of dancing lessons, and Wilkerson left for New York City. "I know I'm very fortunate," she says. "I've always known that when I am dancing I also won't have to waitress six hours...

Author: By Esme C. Murphy, | Title: You Should Be Dancing | 6/5/1980 | See Source »

...author of "Life Before Man," eight books of poetry and five novels. Atwood added that she decided she wanted to become a writer when she was 16 years old. She said she came to Radcliffe because "being a graduate student was a much better living than being a waitress...

Author: By James N. Woodruff, | Title: Cronkhite Society Presents Awards | 6/4/1980 | See Source »

...Sausalito they slept on a creaky fishing boat, waking at dawn. Is that why they call it golden? wondered Rick, staring off through a misty prism at the bridge. Two eggs and bacon, said Sammy to the waitress. They drove away from the high-way, on a wispy road through craggy moors. The road ascended, then dropped to beach level. Sammy felt sick. Is this it? he wondered, staring out the car window into the fog. Rick stopped the Dodge and they shuffled across the sand. All these beaches, muttered Rick. Sammy watched the ocean caress his feet, walking until...

Author: By David Frankel, | Title: Postcards | 3/15/1980 | See Source »

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