Word: bleatingly
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...practical, predictive standard, New York Democrats could only hope to find a sacrificial lamb to run against Incumbent Republican Governor Nelson Rockefeller. Yet during one of the bleat-ingest, bloodiest party conventions in the state's recent history, four lambs battled each other all the way to the altar. The one who made it: Robert M. Morgenthau, 43, former U.S. Attorney for the Southern District of New York and son of Franklin Roosevelt's longtime Treasury Secretary Henry Morgenthau...
...World War II; but most of them are run on the cheap, and the net result has amounted to air pollution. "In too many communities," said Minow, "to twist the radio dial today is to be shoved through a bazaar, a clamorous casbah of pitchmen and commercials which plead, bleat, pressure, whistle, groan and shout. Too many stations have turned themselves into publicly franchised jukeboxes." And, unfortunately, "radio stations do not fade away, they just multiply." To consider everything from a tightening of regulations over radio commercials to a possible moratorium on licenses for new AM stations, he proposed...
...LION SLEEPS TONIGHT (the Tokens; RCA Victor). A first album by the newest teen-age quartet to bleat their way to fortune. Here they kick rock 'n' roll to concentrate on folk-style tunes-Michael, Shenandoah, Jamaica Farewell. Underneath their Brooklyn twang, there are even hints of talent...
...pyre"), from the third act of Il Trovatore, had not a single high C in it, but Tenor Enrico Tamberlik (1820-89) started inserting one in the middle and one at the end-and they have been there ever since. The 40 tenors sing in six languages, and generally bleat, screech, bawl and scream in a manner calculated to make any listener sympathize with Rossini's request that a visiting tenor "check his high C with his overcoat...
...poor beat life itself in the god-awful streets of man." Sometimes he "flips," i.e., goes mad. Allen Ginsberg, 32, the discount-house Whitman of the Beat Generation, begins his dithyrambic poem Howl (which the New York Times's Critic J. Donald Adams has suggested should be retitled Bleat) with the lines: "I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry...