Word: beatness
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...street to pick up the beer cans, retreated amid hoots and catcalls when a cyclist buzzed him. Other gangs organized drag races, reached 50 m.p.h. from standing starts. Some settled for simple horseplay. One doughty fellow teased his friends with a mop until they charged him with chains, beat his face bloody and banged his head against the pavement. "Get up and you're dead," said a buddy, who kicked him in the groin and slouched...
...tied to strings, generally achieves its best effects with vocal approximations of all kinds of instruments. Their voices may sound like a brass section, and often they have the sculptured phrasing of a big band. They hit the opening phrases of My Sugar is So Refined with the rubbery beat and buttery sound of a good sax section. Then First Tenor Clark Burroughs spreads his arms wide and throws his silver-hued voice weaving and wailing high over the others, eventually slides back down to join in a typically altered Hi-Lo ending: "My girl is granulated sugar cane...
...chalk players figured, only bad luck could beat Sir Victor Sassoon's swift colt Crepello in the 178th running of Britain's Derby Stakes at Epsom Downs. And for a change, a short-priced (6 to 4) Derby favorite got the breaks. After loafing along in the pack, Crepello found the right opening in the last quarter-mile, moved up with ease and won by a widening length and a half from Ballymoss...
...group, on every campus. Novelty was pursued with feverish intensity; if you could discover a new way of spending time, flagpole sitting for instance, your reputation was immediately established. And, while girls were flapping and boys were growing bigger and better moustaches, the generation found itself pregnant with off-beat geniuses. In the sordid Village parties, along the unpredictable streets of the Left Banks, and even in the sedate drawing roms on Brattle and Craigie Streets, newness was cherished, cultivated, encouraged...
...PRINCE HAVE SAID? asked the tabloid Mirror in a seven-column layout. The answer: Nothing. "His conversation with her had ended BEFORE she looked bashful!" trumpeted the Mirror. The Mirror tracked down the photographer who took the one-in-ten-thousand picture, and he confirmed the Mirror's beat. Not only was the Prince not talking to the nurse when the picture was taken, but she was talking to someone else (Queen Ingrid of Denmark), as the uncropped photograph showed...