Word: basso
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...Francisco operagoers were having more fun than a picnic. At first they giggled, then they laughed; soon they were standing up and screaming "Encore!" It was all because of a new basso no one had ever heard of before. "He's wonderful," cried a lady with a tiara...
...Piccadilly one day, a giant (6 ft. 4 in.) California javelin thrower named Butch Likins decided to improve on the ineffective way a pushcart peddler hawked his peaches. Butch took over. His basso-profundo split the damp London air: "Ripe, juicy, California peaches! Buy your peaches here." When the fruit was sold Butch turned the money over to the peddler, said, "Now, that's the way they sell peaches in California...
...Petersburg in the winter, Igor loved to prowl among the operatic scores of his father, Feodor, a famed basso who was Chaliapin's predecessor at the Imperial Opera. Young Igor was given a "piano mistress" at nine, quickly learned to read music-and improvise. His parents did not want him to be a musician. They packed him off to the University of St. Petersburg to study law-but only after Igor got their permission to study harmony on the side. At the university, Igor made friends with Vladimir Rimsky-Korsakov, and showed his compositions to Vladimir's famous...
...Basso, whose spiritual home is Communism, pointed with approval to Soviet satellites in Eastern Europe and said the majority of the Italian Socialist leaders were engaged in "a hybrid, inconsequential, incongruous attempt to preserve or gain personal positions...
...lashed, the dreary assemblage awoke with screams of wounded pride. Imprecations rattled about the hall like hailstones. Angry old men glared and shook their fists at Basso, who stood slender, confident and amused behind the speaker's desk. A ruddy, portly old Socialist waddled up to the rostrum, his pince-nez and a finger wagging together. Cried he: "You are a clever fellow, Basso, and a good orator, but you have used us like doormats." Mopping his face with a silk handkerchief, Basso surveyed the old gentleman, then shrugged and turned away. The Socialist Party might be dead...