Word: waltzed
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...Katerina was quietly, miserably restless as strings droned and woodwinds sighed. The audience instantly caught her mood and hated the old father-in-law, introduced by strident horns and a mocking xylophone. The husband first piped in a silly high tenor while the orchestra beat out a double-quick waltz in which even a piccolo sneered...
...music, played by tender strings. Upstairs in the bedroom she takes off her slippers, braids her hair. The percussions sound a tap-tap-tap and Sergei boldly enters. The rape scene which follows is probably the loudest in history, an uproar of brasses, tympani, cymbals. Shostakovich again uses a waltz, this time to satirize the prowling father-in-law who catches Sergei as he climbs out the window. In the flogging scene the audience could fairly hear the swish of the whip. When the father-in-law lay dying, Soviet scorn of the church was equally apparent. The priest...
...railroad passes, war letters, wine labels. Her "flying" songs come from England, France, Germany, Belgium, Italy, Spain, Russia, Finland, Japan. The oldest is "The Balloon," sung in London in 1782. Most famed is "Come, Josephine, in My Flying Machine" (1910). But not to be scorned is "The Air Ship Waltz for Piano or Organ" (1891), dedicated to the Married Ladies' Musicale of Greensburg, Ind., or "Take Me Down to Squantum, I Want to See Them Fly," composed especially for the Boston Aero Meet of 1912, or "Since Katy, the Waitress, Became an Aviatress...
Francis D. Moore '35, former president of the Lampoon, has composed much of the music. Moore's chief difficulty has been the composition of a waltz, but his final product is reported to be one of the better numbers yet written. Last year he, James Parton '34, cross-country captain, and Edward E. Stowell '34, the musically-inclined swimming star, worked on the score...
...myriad zealots to the city gates, England's finest leave a half empty punch bowl to march forth amid the plaudits of the multitude and the tender lamentations of the fair. Dainty handkerchiefs flutter from the balconies as the troops march past, for it has been "the last waltz, Madeline, and m' regiment leaves at dawn." Historically speaking, just a trifle before dawn...