Word: beatness
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Falling in Line. The line that Khrushchev has to peddle is optimism-Russia need not fear enemies, because it can beat them; it will overtake capitalism's production achievements, and then-as he told the capitalists a few weeks ago-"we will bury you." His ignorance of capitalism comes from Marxist lore; his own headlong ideas for solving agriculture crises the "easy way" have often flopped. He himself acknowledges that the Russian economic experts-at whom he always jeers-are agreed that his plans for equaling the U.S. in food production in a couple of seasons are impossible...
...Byrd candidate for attorney general, with the implied promise of a turn at governor. But as attorney general he lost his place in line when he endorsed Harry Truman's nomination of an anti-Byrd Virginia Democrat to the Federal Trade Commission. (Byrd beat the nomination in the Senate.) As a result, Byrd-minded Governor Thomas B. Stanley and other Byrd oligarchs settled on State Senator Garland Gray as this year's organization candidate for governor. Almond announced anyway, traveled doggedly from county seat to county seat to outfox Gray by getting the support of the courthouse workers...
...Slushy Beat. Criticism from the local inhabitants had died to a few back-terrace whispers (Sponsor Mrs. Louis Lorillard characterized the festival's early opponents as "not socially secure."). In fact the only really surprising sound at last week's festival came not from the familiar names but from a 28-piece band whose performers averaged only 14 years...
...Farmingdale (N.Y.) High School Band displayed the driving big-band style of a Count Basic or a Woody Herman, the fancily punctuated choruses of sidemen who have played together for years. With a lazy, slushy beat, the band swung into A Ghost of a Chance, faded while 14-year-old Andrew Marsala launched an intricately woven alto-sax solo, then came back strong and brassy, only to fade again before Marsala's languorous solo finish. Although some of the band members could scarcely reach the floor with their feet, they never lost the instinctive surefire phrasing that produces...
...talented but moody schoolboy than the defending champion. In early matches, played on the far reaches of Wimbledon before standing galleries of only a few hundred, he snarled at himself when a shot went astray, grimaced when his booming serve missed by millimeters. Asked one newspaper: "Can Hoad beat the sulks?" Against Sweden's Sven Davidson in the semifinals, Hoad fretted some, but still won in a breeze...