Word: bigs
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Last week, while Jazz Hot was doing its best to unfuddle bop, curious and carefully shellacked socialites, fringe-faced Left-Bank intellectuals, and, of course, les zazous éternels (hepcats) were packing Paris' big, modern Salle Pleyel to dig the "true groove" for themselves...
Harvard's eight pulled down the river in short bursts, testing a variety of cadences. In the bow of his launch, Tom Bolles chewed gum, bellowed instructions through a megaphone and watched every move of his long-legged crew. A big man himself, he has no time for little men: "Unless he's six-feet-four and his hands hang down around his knees, he can't be a good oarsman." At Cambridge Bridge, the coach went wild yelling at a flock of dinghies to clear the course. In a practice spin at 2,000 meters...
Hurley kept his fingers crossed, and the big day finally came. Four months ago Welterweight Foster got his chance in Madison Square Garden. The hard-boiled Garden crowd went wild as Vince savagely carved up clever old Tony Pellone and knocked him out in the seventh round. Sportwriters compared him io Petrolic, even to Jack Dempsey, hailed him as a new, slashing pug who might pull boxing out of the doldrums...
Last week, Fighter Foster got his second big chance; 14,193 fans turned out to see him take on blond Charlie Fusari at the Garden. The fight crowd was not yet wise to Vince Foster; he was a 5-6 favorite. At the bell, he bounced out of his corner, landed a couple of hard body punches. Then Fusari saw an opening. He threw a solid right to the chin. Vince Foster went down with a crash and took a count of two. He got up, ran into more long, looping rights, was knocked down twice more. The referee stopped...
...authentique" blues soon had them breaking their hands for joy. Grizzled Sidney Bechet, who has been nozzling out New Orleans classics on clarinet and soprano sax since 1911, got a Toscanini's wild and respectful ovation, And when Yardbird Parker cut loose, puffing his tenor sax like a big cigar, the zazous drooled, twitched and finally screamed...