Word: wreathing
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Great was the suspense in a Manhattan concert hall last week. After each burst of applause an expectant silence fell in the audience. Many thought, particularly after the sweeping finale of the Liszt Preludes, that Conductor Willem Mengelberg would speak. He had been presented with a floral wreath. They knew that it was his last performance of the season with the Philharmonic-Symphony.* Their programs told them so. Many suspected, moreover, that it was his final farewell to the Philharmonic and to Manhattan. The rumor had spread that he had criticized the condition in which Conductor Arturo Toscanini had left...
...Carnegie Institute International Exhibition in 1927, the first prize was awarded to Henri Matisse for his Still Life. Last week, according to Director of Fine Arts Homer Schiff Saint-Gaudens, the Carnegie Institute had successfully settled a second wreath on the wrinkled Matisse brow. Modernist Matisse would, it was announced, along with two other European and three U. S. artists, serve on the 1930 Carnegie jury; in order to do so, he would pay his first visit...
Great is the esteem expressed when musicians present one another with wreaths. By this token a big, bearish Russian might have felt doubly honored last week in Manhattan. He received not only a floral wreath, but a lyre made of red and white carnations and inscribed "in the name of American musicians to this Orpheus of Russia." The famed, hulking Orpheus was Alexandre Constantinovitch Glazounov, now making his first visit to the U. S. and appearing last week as conductor of his own works...
...details of that North Russia campaign of the A. E. F., New York City paid the corpses brief homage. Fort Jay guns banged out a salute of 17 guns. Flags were half-staffed. In a pier baggage room in Hoboken was held a funeral service. Many a wreath was stacked around the coffins. Drums rolled. Rifles discharged thrice. Buglers blew "taps." There were no crowds, no major-generals, no Congressional committees...
...Belgium's nine provinces. War veterans had carried them in "Sacred Relays" to Brussels-no great distance since the remotest edge of the kingdom is only 114 miles away. While the last nine relay runners panted and held their flaming torches high, King Albert laid a huge wreath of purifying chrysanthemums around the polluted orifice. Then with a loud S-s-s-s-s the gas was turned full on. Simultaneously the runners thrust their torches into it "as a symbol of purification and reparation." Flash!-and once more Belgium had a Sacred Flame...