Word: curtained
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Backstage bumpings and thumpings in Washington last week betokened the setting of the scene for U. S. participation in the London Five Power Parley next January. While official performers ran back and forth adjusting their make-up and learning their lines, President Hoover appeared before the curtain on Armistice Day to utter a prolog at the Washington Auditorium...
...Norris and La Follette. . . . I looked around at that bunch and it seemed to me there was something doing and in a little while?this occurred in the reception room?I remember the distinguished so-called Senator-elect Vare was there?after a while someone lifted up a curtain on a table or a bookcase or something...
...underneath the curtain was a rack of beautiful silver hip flasks and the word went round they were filled with Scotch or something and 'help yourself.' A considerable number of the gentlemen there did help themselves. . . . Senator Smoot was present . . . and was as much disgusted with that booze party as I was. I do not want to put any intimation that he took one of those flasks or used liquor because he did not. . . . Senator Gooding [of Idaho, since deceased] did not take one of those hip flasks and neither did I. As to whether the other boys did, they...
...Rigoletto" was the opera chosen for the opening night. The settings were conventional, a trifle simplified; the costumes constrastingly brilliant. But the manner in which the opera was sung and acted make the strongest impression of the evening: from the lighthearted courtly dance as the curtain rose, to the tragic closing duet of Gilda and Rigoletto, Mr. Franchetti conducted a group of singers that understood not only the musical but the dramatic possibilities of the work. Joseph Royer as Rigoletto, after passing easily through the opening scene, played his role with tremendous power. Mr. Onofrel was appealing as the Duke...
...night the singer met a novelist, pink-cheeked Carl Van Vechten. He now calls him "the Abraham Lincoln of Negro Art." He met and admired others: Muriel Draper partygoing in a window curtain; Colyumist Heywood Broun lying shirt-sleeved beside his bathtub of cocktails, to receive intelligentsia; Lady Oxford asking Gordon to Black Bottom after singing for royalty. He sang all over the U. S., heard deafening and perplexing applause. Now 36, he muses: "Ho! Ho! ... I wonder what I was born...