Word: walked
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...singer had been an Italian tenor who had spent his last nickel on the claque, the ovation could not have been bigger than the one which swept Manhattan's Metropolitan Opera House last week after the first-act curtain of Die Walküre. The singer was Soprano Lotte Lehmann, a tall, stately German making her Metropolitan debut with a name already important in Europe and Chicago (TIME, Nov. 10, 1930 et seq.). Last week she was nervous. Her husband. Herr Otto Krause who left his insurance business in Vienna to hear the performance, knew it. The battered...
...Walküre's second act might have ended disastrously if it had not been for the courage of Contralto Karin Branzell. She was Fricka, the angry goddess who has a long scene with the erring Wotan. Last week she had gallstones. Pain, not expert acting, made her sing most of her music with clenched fists. Finally she had to sit down on a stage rock but she finished her scene, majestically left the stage, fainted...
...seduced him. When John Loving starts to tell the story of his projected novel to Elsa Loving and his uncle, Father Baird (Robert Loraine), his lower nature proposes a bitter conclusion, in which the hero's wife dies of pneumonia. Elsa Loving, quick at deductions, goes for a walk in the rain but when she catches pneumonia she does not die. Playwright O'Neill calls Days Without End a "modern miracle play." The last act shows John Loving and his second self praying beneath a crucifix. That John Loving has conquered his macabre demon can be seen from...
...respectively. House Chaplain Montgomery (Methodist) was less flowery than Senate Chaplain Phillips (Episcopalian). On opening day last week the latter began, "God of our fathers, Fountain of light and love, before whose boundless gaze the seasons roll in majesty and might, and man, Thy miniature divine, was made to walk the earth in joy; incline, at this momentous hour of the newborn year, our thoughts to prayer, our lips to praise...
...Hamlet: Sir, I will walk here in the ball; if it please his majesty, it is the breathing time of day with me; let the foils be brought, the gentleman willing, and the king hold his purpose, I will win for him if I can; if not, I will gain nothing but my shame and the odd hits...