Word: blue
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...resources of dozens of public and private agencies to plan a center for the performance and instruction of opera, music, dance and repertory theater. The President's car skirted a crowd of 12,000, pulled up behind a huge green-and-white-striped umbrella tent and a blue-draped speakers' platform. Beneath the great tent: the New York Philharmonic Orchestra. Conductor Leonard Bernstein rapped his baton and signaled the spirit of the day with Aaron Copland's Fanfare for the Common Man. A rousing Hail to the Chief brought on the President himself, and then the full...
...talk about is the poverty. They show visitors the new housing project across the river from Ciudad Trujillo, but it is very small potatoes compared with the slums that make up the bulk of the city. The hovels are all freshly painted, generally an ocher or a sky blue or sea green, with a barn-red trim framing the doors and windows. That's the way El Benefactor wants it, and everybody paints once or twice a year. But the houses themselves are miserable one-or two-room shacks, so old and termite-riddled that they list crazily against...
...speaker's stand at the great Exposition Hall at Omaha strode a spare, erect man with snapping blue eyes and firm jaw, his quick step springing to the band's blare of Marching Through Georgia. The date was June 1893. The speaker, in the double identity that was the theme of his life, was 1) Thomas Ewing Sherman, eldest surviving son of General William Tecumseh Sherman, who had died but two years befofe; 2) the Rev. Thomas Ewing Sherman, a militant Jesuit, known to the lecture circuit as "Father Tom." The Jesuit began to speak in bullet sentences...
Yakking in the Blue. At the outset, Kerouac warns what he is up to: "The other night I had a dream that I was sitting on the sidewalk on Moody Street. Pawtucketville, Lowell, Mass., with a pencil and paper in my hand saying to myself 'Describe the wrinkly tar of this sidewalk, also the iron pickets of Textile Institute, or the doorway where Lousy and you and G.J.'s always sittin and dont stop to think of words when you do stop, just stop to think of the picture better-and let your mind off yourself in this...
...showing Julien exciting this mortal coil to the unconstrained accompaniment of a chorus of screeching voices, dominated by vibrating sopranos who soar higher and higher. Again, Stendahl had no intention of letting the weather conspire with the gods on the day of Julien's execution to show cloudiness and blue, the spacious firmament. Sorel strode to his death all right, but not to the majestic rumble of five symphonies' worth of kettle drums...