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...Oyly Carte recording. His original use of the accompanying bass and of the French horns was one of the many surprises of the evening. Among other pleasures were the singing of the "Paradox" ("ha-ha-ha-ha") trio and the presence of the pitiful little corps of policemen who wander on and off the stage in bewilderment during the second...
...Wander this week to the coops of Publishers Row, from whose incubators comes the literary provender of a mighty nation. That lively clucking and scrabbling in the feedboxes is the fanfare which announces that two plump bestsellers have just been hatched. Soon, very soon, both fledglings will spread their contracts, and, obeying some profound migratory instinct, fly away to Hollywood. Meanwhile, their present owners will help these chicks to take their first, stumbling steps toward the jackpot...
...March 4, one of the Commonwealth's snappy new "bloodmobiles" will roll up outside of Brooks House for two days of vein-tapping. The "bloodmobile" is a specially-constructed vehicle that goes from town to town throughout the year, following the same general principle of the traveling libraries that wander over backwoods areas. Instead of landing books, the "bloodmobile" simply borrows blood, with the understanding that the blood will be returned if the donor needs it is a hurry, and quite possible with interest...
Grey-haired French Conductor Charles Münch, a conductor of the windmill school, lifted his baton and the cellos rumbled out a dark and ominous theme. Poet Claudel had first tied his heroine to the stake, then let her mind wander through agonizing flashbacks: memories of the coarse yells of the mob, a howling dog, rolling drums. Standout scene: Joan's trial. Claudel and Honegger make her judges animals, with Porcus, a pig, presiding. Porcus (dramatically sung by Tenor Joseph Laderoute) screams his charges and denunciations, and the chorus howls "Hérétique! . . . Sorci...
Unfortunately, Amory's anecdotal style does not wear too well, and after two hundred pages of tales about Mrs. "Jack" Gardner, Colonel Henry Lee, and Charles Francis Adams, a gentle monotony may make the attention wander. It is not surprising, then, that the most pleasant moment in the book is an interlude. Amory takes time out for, a full chapter to tell the story of the Parkman-Webster murder case, which almost burst a blue blood-vein of proper Boston in 1849. Giving the account with subdued excitement, he advances step by step through, what he calls America's classic...