Word: metropolitan
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...varsity A squash team bowed yesterday afternoon to the Union Boat Club Red squad, 3 to 2, in Metropolitan Squash League play...
...tame affair that looked more like a haggis: Dali's more horrifying head had been axed at the last minute by the censor. What delirium the audience felt was set off by redheaded Bulgarian Soprano Ljuba Welitch, who made a U.S. hit as Salome at the Metropolitan Opera last season. For eleven curtain calls she got cheers that rattled the railings in the standees' gallery. When short, tuxedoed Director of Productions Brook edged his way onstage, the bravos became boos. When Brook retreated smiling, Soprano Welitch came back for more cheers. She had never had to work...
Arriving in Manhattan to take over direction of the Metropolitan Opera next June, British Impresario Rudolf Bing told newsmen that the Met was "in excellent shape as far as vocal talent goes," but declined to be drawn out about its notoriously outdated scenery and production. Explained Bing: "It would be rather tactless of me to be critical...
...prophetic educator in the cause of modern art. His widow, Painter Georgia O'Keeffe, has carried on his educational work as executrix of his will by dividing Stieglitz' brilliant art collection and his own even more brilliant photographs among six widely spaced institutions: Manhattan's Metropolitan, Chicago's Art Institute, Washington's National Gallery, the Library of Congress, the Philadelphia Museum and Fisk University (for Negroes) in Tennessee. To house its share (101 modern paintings, Stieglitz photographs and African sculptures), Fisk remodeled its old gymnasium into a gallery at a cost...
...night last week, an audience that overflowed into every inch of standing-room space in Manhattan's Metropolitan Opera House listened breathlessly as the great gold curtain closed to the last romantic bars of Tchaikovsky's Sleeping Beauty. As the footlights went up and the curtain parted again, a roar of applause rose to the Met's gilded ceiling. Time after time, panting dancers took their bows, then skipped gracefully out of view. When at last a slender and dark-haired little ballerina appeared alone, the audience rose to its feet and cheered...