Word: bellows
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...hoop, hreep, hrope!" bellow the R.O.T.C. drill sergeants, and to many U.S. college students the whole idea of uniforms, parades and dull "military science" classes appears more than ever to be preparation for a doughboy war in an age when more academic learning would serve the nation better. The Navy's 53-campus "Holloway" volunteer plan, offering complete scholarships, produces a steady supply of bright young officers, but Air Force R.O.T.C. at 187 schools harvests only 4% of trainees as commissioned officers, and the Army's 247-campus program is notoriously archaic. Among college administrators, who consider...
...almost unread, which is their unreaders' loss. This is not exclusively a list of young novelists; youth in novelists is not an asset but a liability which is occasionally overcome. Also, the list omits such excellent writers as J. D. Salinger, Truman Capote, William Styron and Saul Bellow, merely because their first books appeared longer ago than the last few years. The writers...
...America. We paused, and asked him what he thought it was. "There is a vigor of thought at the highest levels in this country," he began. "Intellectually, at your best, you're thriving, you're much more alive than England. Your writers--men like Trilling, Edmund Wilson, Kazin, Saul Bellow, Malamud--are terribly exciting. Even the non-professional people: look at how trenchant and vigorous a book a woman like Jane Jacobs can produce...
Gypsy. "Hold yer hats an "hallelujah!" the burlescuties used to bellow, "Momma's gonna show it to ya!'' Momma in the present instance is Rosalind Russell, and at 55 all she's showing is talent-but hallelujah! The old girl rips, roars, romps, rampages and rollicks through this raucous musical like Woody the Woodpecker's wife...
...city rocked instead to a deafening cacophony. East German loudspeakers responded with Communist marching songs. The klaxonfest might have gone on for hours but for the arrival of a carrot-topped youth clutching an eight-foot crucifix inscribed in white letters: Wir Klagen An [We Accuse]. With a bellow that brought half a dozen other young Berliners to his side, the lad, a 20-year-old factory worker named Dieter Bielig, raced to the Wall and brandished the cross at the fuming Grenzpolizei (border police). The West Berlin crowd, held back by police, roared its delight and showered rocks...