The red-letter anniversaries are coming thick and fast here in the Parallel Julieverse. No sooner have we finished toasting the 50th Anniversary of Thoroughly Modern Millie, than it’s time to charge the glasses for another milestone in the annals of Julie-history: the Diamond Jubilee of Cinderella. The celebrated tele-musical premiered 60 years ago on 31 March 1957.
It would be no exaggeration to call Cinderella a major cultural event of the late-1950s. The first television musical created by legendary composer-lyricist team Rodgers and Hammerstein, the show was seen by a record audience of over 100 million viewers, enough, it was pointed out, “to fill a Broadway theatre seven days a week for 165 years” (Messing, 61). Even today, Cinderalla remains one of the most widely seen programs in television history (Hischak, 152).
Julie was, at the time, riding high on the success of another Cinderella musical, My Fair Lady so she was the perfect fit to play the fairytale princess. As these production stills attest, she never looked lovelier and the critics were enraptured.
“Perhaps it’s the unassuming simplicity of Mis Andrews, or the crystal clear articulation, or yet again the perfect pitch, that transforms her performance (as in “My Fair Lady”) to the definitive characterization. No two ways about it, she was Cinderella” (Variety, 42).
“Miss Andrews was Miss Andrews, sweet, beautiful and lyrical. Her only minor problem was that she was fully as beautiful behind the broom and under the tiara” (Gould, 49).
“As Cinderella, Julie Andrews was the personification of innocence. Her face, her style, her talent added up to that rare quality that makes a performer a star” (Torre, 5).
So happy anniversary, Cinderella…thank you for sixty years of fol-de-rol and fiddle-dee-dee enchantment!
Gould, Jack. “TV: Broadway Musical.” The New York Times. 1 April 1957: 49.
Hischak, Thomas S. “Cinderella.” The Oxford Companion to the American Musical: Theatre, Film, and Television. New York: Oxford University Press, 2008.
Messing, Harold. CBS Television Production of ‘Cinderella‘. (Unpublished Masters thesis). Stanford University, 1957.
“Review: Cinderella.” Variety. 3 April 1957: 42.
Torre, Martha. “Cinderella.” The New York Herald Tribune. 1 April 1957: 5.
User walinpch: “I was a Sophmore at Northern Illinois University when Cole Hall was shot
up. At the time I was in my dorm getting finishing my school work
before my girlfriend came out for Valentines Day. My roommate was just
about to leave for class, which would have been in Cole Hall, when my RA
came into our room and calmly told us there had been reports of a
shooting and to not leave the dorm. At first it hadn’t really sunk in
what was actually going on but then we went to the window and could see
about 3 or 4 helicopters circling the campus. Then we turned on the news
and realized how serious the situation was. During the first hour or 2 I
remember getting calls from everyone I new seeing if I was ok and
myself texting as many of my friends as I could to make sure they were
all ok. Cell service was really bad due to the amount of people getting
calls and texts. My roommate and my best friend both had the next class
in the auditorium that was shot up. Another one of my friends was in
building next to Cole Hall when it happened and had a bunch of injured
people running for safety into her building.
I think it was like a week before spring break so the school cancelled
that week and when we came back to school Cole Hall was completely
closed off. I remember the first few days back teachers weren’t really
pushing students to complete assignments and more of them were
interested in talking about what happened. They brought in extra
sercurity to walk the halls which was a little distracting but they also
brought in snacks and a lot of therapy dogs for at least the first
weeks to help students feel more at ease. I also remember there was a
lot of controversy about people treating the shooter as some sort of
victim and people burning a cross or something like that, that was put
out because he was someone who was ‘lost’ before the shooting. I’m not
sure why that stuck with me. I remember the memorial going up right by
Cole Hall but I still don’t know if Cole Hall is there anymore. I moved
to AZ right after college and when I go home now to visit family I never
have a car to take and visit. I still want to go someday just to walk
User garglius:“Finally something I can answer to on reddit and its something as dark as this.
I was at Dawson College in Montreal when on September 13th 2006,
Kimveer Gill shot up the school wounding 19 people and killing one girl.
I was on the 6th floor in a chemistry lab as it happened. My phone
rang and I excused myself to answer it since its rare that it rings (I
usually text). It was my mom asking if I was okay because there seemed
to be a shooter in the school. I told her I was fine, and that it was
probably just a fluke, since the week earlier we had been evacuated for a
When I got back to class EVERYONE was on their phone or trying to
look out the windows. Our teacher told us that we wouldn’t be allowed to
leave class until further notice and that a suspected shooter was in
the school. We could see swarms of cops surrounding the school and
sirens were blaring everywhere.
A good while later, a police officer came to the door of our class to
tell us that we had to stay there until the entire school had been
searched (they did not know how many shooters there was at the time and
were making sure everyone was safe). Once that happened and a cop came
to escort us out, we essentially went through the school as if it was a
maze (instead of taking the stairs down to the closest exit, they made
us go down 1 or 2 flights, walk down halls, down different stairs, etc.)
We did this until we got to the atrium, which was the room where the
main shooting had happened.
In the atrium it looked like a battlefield. Broken glass, blood,
abandoned bags and belongings everywhere. We got rushed out past what I
imagine was Gill’s body bag into a flurry of reporters wanting to know
how it was on the inside. I answered a few questions for one and then
tried to meet up with some friends (which was hard, since cellphone
lines were always full). Finally found them, and one of my friends dad
drove us home after we stopped for some food.
Now to answer your question. After returning (which was 2 weeks after
if I recall) all the classes were considered 'optional’ for a good
amount of time. Classtime was spent talking about the events that
unfolded and people were encouraged to share whatever they wanted to
help them get through the tragedy. Class curriculums were reworked in
order to accomodate a shorter semester. Exams were delayed or cancelled.
My canoe camping trip was pushed from mid september to mid october (big
difference temperature wisr in Canada). People were allowed to drop out
from the semester without penalty. It took a good month for things to
pick back up to normal pace and by the winter semester, you wouldn’t of
been able to tell from the attitude of the students that something
horrible had happened a few months prior. They did install a huge amount
of extra surveillance inside the school though as they were fixing the
So that’s pretty much it. I’d be happy to answer questions if anything is unclear or if it seems I left anything out.”
User Dudemancool3: “Well. Let’s just start with a basic summary. Low security at the gym
section of Reynolds High School in Troutdale, OR. I was a freshman. The
shooter was as well. It was the first day of finals, probably 6-14
minutes before class started and we began. Shooter was in locker room
with “guitar case” and geared up when the lone victim Emilio Hoffman
walked in. Shooter grabbed a gun and shot him once. Killing him on spot.
Two teachers run over, shooter fires, grazes a teacher who runs out to
office to put school in lockdown. Responders come and trap shooter.
After that nothing exciting happens. I was sitting in the corner of my
language arts class. In the dark. Listening to a police scanner.
Eventually police escort us out with hands up and we get searched. The
rat of the day and months following are a blur. Coming back was bad.
They remodeled the gym so it looked different. I still walk in the
locker room and bathroom and think “people died here”. I don’t feel safe
in school and never will. I’m consistently on edge when in the main
building. It’s worse in the gym. No one has felt safe. Every June 10th
is worse. Some of us handle it better. Some of us don’t. The school
won’t ever be the same. Ever. They can clean up blood and bullet holes
but they can’t erase memories.”
User csp256: “One
of the professors at my university (Amy Bishop) shot six other
professors (who I didn’t know) in the face during a meeting before her
gun jammed. Three of them died.
We all knew she was crazy and we all expected something like this to happen. She even made jokes about it the year before.
She came and talked to a “careers in science” style Freshman class,
and during the Q&A she derailed the conversation to how tenure works
and how cut throat it is to get, and another student asked what would
happen if she was denied tenure. Her response, the one sided smile on
her face, the way she said “well…” and laughed in the way that people
do not laugh - every single alarm bell in my head went off. I knew she
was planning on killing someone. I had the misfortune of growing up in a way where I learned at a
young age to tell the difference between someone who was really fucked
in the head and someone who just had a couple of problems, and I was
100% certain Amy Bishop was a killer. But, fuck, what was I supposed to
Turns out, she had already murdered her brother, sent pipe bombs to
people who stood in her way, wrote “fiction” books about someone who
murdered their brother & kills people after being denied tenure, and
had a history of physical violence with random strangers too. The
university never did a background check. There was at least one other
professor openly campaigning to have her fired because she was, uh,
obviously a dangerously crazy person.
The day of, I told a friend of mine that there had been a shooting at our school. His first reaction was “Dr Bishop?”
I was off campus for the actual shooting, working across the street.
Our workplace didn’t go into lockdown; we worked with kids. It was just a
couple minutes after I first checked the news that she had been
They evacuated a building on campus while I was in it a couple weeks
later because there was fears she had placed a Herpes virus-based weapon
(she had done work on the Herpes virus). Turns out she was just talking
shit - but it was what had happened in her book about herself.
I’ve never been in the room where the shooting happened. They
retroactively took her name off of EVERY document it was on. Legal or
not, all of her research got her name scrubbed off of it. We got a new
slogan for our school out of it (“Charge On”), and we had therapy dogs
come to every class for a week or two later. It never really effected
me. I felt like I had been primed for it in some way.
Two weeks prior to this, my former elementary school had a fatal
shooting. An abused boy was told by his addict mother that he had to
earn for his family, and another student owed him money and wouldn’t
give it back, so he shot him in the head. I don’t usually have a lot of
sympathy for murderers, but I hope that kid gets the help he needs and
manages to live his life. As I’ve been led to understood, he was pushed
into it by his shit stain of a mother. Amy Bishop can burn, though.
It is a funny thing: In that “careers in science” class Amy Bishop
talked to us about her research, where momentarily stopping and
restarting a persons heart ~2 hours before heart surgery significantly
decreased the damage caused by the much more invasive heart surgery.
There is a symmetry between that, and the shooting in my home town.
PS: Never mind how her husband mighhhht have been complicit. He was
seen giving her the bag with ammo et al the day of the shooting, and
knew about most or all of her history… including her fan fiction of
User DunblaneUser:“Hope I’m not too late.
1996, when I was 7, a man came into our school and killed 16 children
and their teacher. I remember that we were in the classroom down the
hall to the hall where assemblies and PE used to happen.
Our Teacher was handing out our books when we heard the first round
of guns shots. I remember not actually knowing what was going on but our
teacher told us to get to the back of the classroom and stay quiet. She
moved the tables infront of the door and started barricading them.
I remember the guns shots we’re in succession. Groups of two. I
remember it took so long for the shots to stop, and I was just frozen. I
was aware something was happening, but was mostly scared of how
panicked and scared our teacher was. The look of fear on her face still
haunts me. We waited maybe 3-5 minutes and then shots came in through
the door. I remember there was no screaming but just curled up children
on the floor. Our teacher stayed on the door whilst the gunshots came
through. They hit chairs and the library near us. It went quiet then I
just remember a single shot. We waited 10 minutes before my teacher went
out. She told us to stay on the floor and hide till she came back.
The police came and we taken out of the classroom through the
windows. We couldn’t go through the hallway because of the bodies in the
gym. I just remember my mother running up to me in panic and hugging
We had a lot of time off, and we all went to the funeral. My mother
took me out of that school and after I had to talk to psychologists,
because my mother thought it was the best thing to do.
I’m now 27 and I’m still haunted by what happened that day. As I grow
much older I feel much more responsible for what happened. Whilst
children were getting shot, I was in a room hiding. I sometimes think of
how those children would have grown up.“
User Denso95:“German school shooting, about 16 people were killed there in 2009.
I never came back to this school. I was in 7th or 8th grade, I don’t
know. We had to stay in containers for like 3 years, then the school
would be okay to go in again with many new things and security doors all
over the place. I didn’t get to see that because I left school just
before everyone else went in.
As long as the containers were built we had to stay in another school
for a few weeks. They organized special rooms for us. Our school was a
“Realschule” (Like Middle school), the other one was a “Hauptschule”
(Lower Education School). So those uneducated “Hauptschüler” were
laughing at us for what happened. People died, but hey… not a big deal
- in their opinion. They were joking about doing something similar and
simulated gun sounds. Like wtf?
So at some point in a lesson we heard noises very similar to gun
sounds. That close after the main event some girls freaked the fuck out
of there, screaming. The teacher and boys followed, other classes joined
and it was a mass panic. I remember how I went into a guy from the
other school, he was laughing and was amused by all the people running
So, police arrived and we all were in their gym waiting for the
officer to clear things out, people were crying and panic was still
there. The reason for the noise was a construction worker and his hammer
working on something. False alarm. School was off for that day.
The next room he would enter would be ours. Thank god someone called
the cops that early - otherwise I’m not sure if I would be still alive.“
stayed for the week of cancelled classes after the 2007 shooting at
Virginia Tech. Lost a couple friends and an instructor that had become a
good mentor and the only reason I was safer than they were was because
I’d already stopped going to class. The place was a ghost town, minus
the news reporters that acted like vultures every time I walked outside
wearing anything maroon or orange.
I ended up tossing every piece of Hokie gear I had in a dumpster and
hopping on a plane to Ireland, using the money I’d saved for school to
instead travel for 3 years. I told no one except my brother.
At first it was rough - lots of drinking (before the shootings too).
And every time I made the mistake of telling someone I was from
Virginia, or even a former student at an American university, it was all
they wanted to talk about. But once I (and my new friends) got out of
Europe and the news cycle rolled on, this became less of an issue.
I returned to Virginia Tech in 2010 with a new set of problems, but
one thing I remembered was how the time felt like a giant reset button.
Everyone I knew that was there during the shootings was gone and the
campus had very few reminders aside from the designated memorial.
Even today, with my regular involvement with Blacksburg and Virginia
Tech, most either don’t know what really happened or don’t believe I was
there. The only time shit gets weird is when there’s a security warning
on campus (like the emails that got blasted to a bunch of schools last
User GetTheHelOut:“I know I’m late to the party but fuck it I made an account just for this so here goes:
I was a freshman during the UCSB/Isla Vista shooting. It happened on a
friday evening, so most of my floormates were out in the floor lounge
watching TV. I was on my way down to a brother’s pre-graduation party
when I ran into a friend who said shots had been heard and the building
was on lockdown. Overall not many people knew it was very serious at the
time, we had gotten plenty of alerts like this from campus security
before because plenty of sketchy stuff goes down in IV. Once the
lockdown happened we knew it was the real deal.
I didn’t know the names of the dead until the next day. The school
held a candlight vigil where thousands and thousands of people
participated – it was honestly the most beautiful and heartbreaking
experience I’ve ever participated in. We walked from Storke Plaza on
campus to a park in Isla Vista, where friends and family members had an
opportunity to speak about their memories of our fallen students. I
assumed that nobody I knew would be among the dead but I was wrong.
Two of my friends, Veronika and Katie, had been walking to get coffee
and food, when they were gunned down. I know the place where they died.
I walk or skate by it every day on my way to campus.
The experience changed me. I dropped out of school for almost two
years and am just now coming back. I no longer have the same naivete
about mortality or life that I once did.
But that’s not the worst part for me. The terrible part about a
school shooting is that they are forgotten so quickly. I’m supposed to
be a senior now; the only people who were in Isla Vista for the massacre
are my class. A full 75%+ of students weren’t there for it, and the
names and faces of my friends who died, as well as the four other
victims, are almost erased.
I’m sorry for getting so emotional and for the terrible formatting
(posting from mobile), but I needed to get all that off of my chest.
Thank you for letting me do so.”
High School shooting in 1998. I was a freshman and went to Springfield
High School, Faith Kinkel was my teacher at the time. This was the “big
shooting” that happened before Columbine. Kip Kinkel shot and killed his
parents and then drove their van to Thurston High and opened fire in
the cafeteria the next day.
The news spread fast across town to our school that morning, but it
took awhile for all of the details to start coming in. Kids started
being pulled from class as parents were hearing the news. There was an
announcement around the second or third class of the day that there had
been a tragedy at Thurston High and if we needed to leave that we please
checkout through the office. Then it came, fourth period, the principal
announced that Bill and Faith Kinkel had been found murdered in their
home. Complete breakdown. Teachers stopped teaching, most were in the
hallways holding each other and crying. Students just kind of left or
wandered the school or went to common areas to find out what others
My friend and I were in a computer typing class together that period,
but we were also in Faith Kinkel’s Spanish class at the end of the day
as well. There was no way we were going to wait around or step foot in
that classroom. We grabbed our bags and checked out. We walked home
together, mostly in silence, we both carried disc-men at the time and
both tuned out the world. My parents waited for us, I had called from
the office to let them know to expect us. My dad bought us pizza and we
played video games, but anytime I started to feel a little better or
momentarily forget the day, I would feel absolute guilt and sadness.
The whole thing was surreal. Luckily it was a three day weekend and I
had plans to visit a friend in Bend (about 3 hours away). It was all
over the news, but the distance of the weekend helped to escape it a
bit. Returning to Springfield was emotional. I had my mom drive us by
Thurston High, I wanted to see the memorial wall, it was heartbreaking,
news vans still lingered.
When it came time to go back to school we were told we had access to
counseling and of course anyone that was a student of Faith’s was not
required to go to class. I went though, they had counsellors and we all
sat and talked about her class and her. A lot of tears, lots of
memories, we also had a handful of laughs remembering her. Faith Kinkel
taught Spanish at Springfield High, and she was a great teacher (and I’m
not just saying that because of what happened, I have had plenty of
terrible teachers, she wasn’t one of them). She actually talked about
Kip a lot in her class and would tell stories about their family
vacation. She would share family pictures and show us different things
they had purchased in Mexico. The school year luckily ended a few weeks
When the UCC shooting happened last year I was still living an hour
from Roseburg in Eugene. It broke me for about a week, everything I had
felt 17 years ago came right back. It’s always tragic and a bit
terrifying when you hear about shootings and the like, but when it’s
right in your backyard or it directly affects your life it’s hard to
was 12 at Westside Middle School in 1998. The direct changes to the
school were that they closed off the areas where the shooting happened
for a while, until they replaced the sidewalks and patched up the
damage. Due to the media coverage, we all knew what the scene looked
like. Many people handled the situation in very different ways. The
majority carried on as usual, but with a twist. I don’t have citations
to back it up, but our graduating class had more pregnancies and drug
addictions among the actual graduates than any class before or after (we
were handled pretty carefully in retrospect). Personally, I went weird
and would alternate between “goth” kid and tie-dye, which got me a
disturbing amount of negative attention, being in the semi-deep-South.”
User knightfall: “I
went to Columbine and was a sophomore during the shooting. We went to
our rival school (Chatfield) to finish the year. We had classes, but a
lot of them didn’t really do anything. Math was the only class that
really tried to get back to normal. We also had tons of assemblies when
random celebrities would show up.
The following year we returned to
Columbine, I remember a lot of
parents built a human wall around the school to keep reporters out.
Things returned to normal fairly quickly the next year. It was always
weird with the school being remodeled though. Area where library used
to be was gone.
Getting your stuff back was a huge problem though. They
cars and other belongings for several months. This created a lot of
issues as most high school students don’t have multiple cars to get to
school. Also, a lot of us left our backpacks when we finally got out of
the school. I always had my wallet in there, so I didn’t have any
credit cards, ids, etc. Also, the sprinklers came on after so when I
did finally get my stuff back is was moldy and mostly ruined. I don’t
mean for this to sound whiny that I lost some belongings while others
were paralyzed or even dead. Just something I never would have thought
about had it not happened.
I seem to be getting a lot of the same questions so I’ll do my best to
address them here.
Credit Card:. Debit card or ATM card would probably
have been a
better term for most. I did have a credit card from my parents as they
were teaching me credit. I paid the balance not them. I was in my
twenties before I realized how credit card companies made money. I was
taught to pay the balance off every month to avoid interest and I
assumed everyone did that.
Did I know the shooters: I was not friends
with either of them. I
knew Dylan a little bit growing up, but did not really talk to him in
high school. If I remember correctly, Eric worked at a pizza place
(Blackjack?) near the school. They were both older than me and hung out
with a different crowd than I did.“
“You were right. I don’t know my children. And you brought music back into the house… I’d forgotten. Fräulein, I want you to stay. I ask you to stay.” "If I could be of any help.” “You have already. More than you know.”