Word: wilde
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Harvard's pitching staff might not have held out under this pressure, but in two games it was one of the most impressive at the tournament. Ray Peters, Bob Dorwart and Bob Lincoln gave up only one walk between them in 20-innings, and didnt's throw a wild pitch. They set down opposing batters easily, being touched for just four runs in the two games...
...three finest coloraturas in the world. At the New York Phil harmonic Promenade Concert, she sings a selection of Viennese arias and songs by Kalman, Korngold, Mozart and Richard Strauss, displaying a faultless voice that sweeps with elaborate embellishments to feathery, accurate high notes. The audience goes wild and demands an encore. From Santiago, Buenos Aires, Vienna and London come frantic pleas for concerts. Backstage, greeting her well-wishers, Beverly sings the obligatory arioso, I Can't Imagine Being Anything But an Opera Singer, while with contrapuntal verve, the joyous chorus adds the hallelujah-like Bubbles, Bubbles, Wasn...
...Buckminster Fuller on a future issue in which each article will be designed to fold into a geodesic dome or other geometric construction. Also in the works is an issue devoted to the Far East, with scrolls and screens scented with incense, and a wilderness issue, complete with a wild-food recipe kit for gourmet survivors...
Died. Kees van Dongen, 91, Dutch-born painter, one of the earliest and wildest of Paris' turn-of-the-century Fauves (wild beasts); of pneumonia; in Monte Carlo. Along with his friends Georges Braque and Henri Matisse, Van Dongen rebelled against 19th century impressionism, filling his canvases with slashing brush strokes and raucous colors that enraged critics but fascinated gallery goers; and while some of the other Fauves went on to cubism, Van Dongen settled for becoming court painter ("I paint the women slimmer and their jewels fatter") for the international set, turning out glittering portraits of such luminaries...
...Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn's novel Cancer Ward, is at the very least a tribute to their competitive zeal. As of last week, it had already been printed in excerpts by two magazines, in full by one publisher, and was being readied for printing by at least two others-a wild maze of editions even for the strange world of literary smuggling...