Word: cements
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Today the bigwig of be-bop is a scat named Harry ("The Hipster") Gibson, who in moments of supreme pianistic ecstasy throws his feet on the keyboard. No. 2 man is Bulee ("Slim") Gaillard, a skyscraping, zooty Negro guitarist. Gibson & Gaillard have recorded such hep numbers as Cement Mixer, which has sold more than 20,000 discs in Los Angeles alone; Yop Rock Heresay, Dreisix Cents and Who Put the Benzedrine in Mrs. Murphy's Ovaltine? Sample lyrics...
Racquets, fastest of all games played on foot, nearly twice as fast as squash racquets, is also one of the rarest. In the U.S., where a few hundred play it, only eleven racquets courts exist. Game requirements: a four-walled cement court about twice the length of a squash court; a hard ball (the size of a ping-pong ball, but the consistency of a baseball, it shoots and caroms from wall to wall so rapidly that a marker is needed to call "play" after each fair shot); a supply of racquets, since an average player breaks a racquet...
Because they were afraid that Mexico City's new bull ring might not be as solid as it looked, Government officials insisted on testing the upper deck with tens of thousands of bags of cement before letting 48,699 enthusiastic aficionados swarm in for last week's inaugural corrida. Besides being the world's largest, the ring is the world's fanciest, will have indirect illumination for night fights. Spain's great torero, Manolete, spry again after his recent goring (TIME, Dec. 24), starred at the opening, was paid $25,000 (U.S.) for killing...
...long for, James. . . . We know what your dreams were like. . . . They were as American as apple pie . . . the crunch of a hot dog when you walk on it on a cold day . . . the smack of a wet cigar when it hits you across the face . . . the rattle of cement when you're in the mixer ... the cry 'Play ball...
Born (1891) in Yorkville (Manhattan's Sudetenland), and raised in Brooklyn, Henry Miller spent his young manhood being an employe of Atlas Portland Cement Co., a theosophist, a tailor's helper (in his father's shop), a mail sorter, a Western Union messenger, a speakeasy operator. In Paris, where he settled in 1930 "to study vice," he worked at panhandling and slept on park benches. He also wrote his best work, a swatch of unabashed autobiographical writings (Tropic of Cancer; Tropic of Capricorn and others), and several volumes of second-rate philosophy with first-rate titles (What...