Word: chanting
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...coast-to-coast hookup last week NBC broadcast what Chaplin had heard. To most listeners, the menhaden fishermen's chants, more religious than piscatorial in flavor, had a good deal in common with the best of Negro "spirituals," but they also had a fresh, saltwater tang all their own. Sample (the Barnegat's favorite chant...
After reading Ernest Hemingway's new novel, Across the River and into the Trees* only the most sentimental referee could raise Hemingway's arm with the old chant: "The winner and still champion!" Hemingway likes to discuss his writing in prize-ring talk but the fact is that a writer can be licked only by himself. In Across the River, Hemingway never wins a round. Friendly fans, willing to wait for the big book that he is still working on, which "is about the sea, the air and the land" (see below), can only hope that the champ...
...first few bars of a Peruvian folk chant called High Andes, the full-figured Peruvian girl onstage rumbled roundly at the bottom of contralto range. Then, to their astonishment, she soared effortlessly up a full four octaves, began trilling like a canary at the top of coloratura. At the end of her first song, the audience was still too surprised to raise more than warm applause. The second, Tumpa (Earthquake), brought cheers; after the third, a pyrotechnical Inca Hymn to the Sun, the applause and cheers swelled to a roar for encores. Guest Conductor Arthur Fiedler, who had a plane...
...voice which would have made even the Gettysburg Address sound like the chant of a tobacco auctioneer, the clerk of the U.S. Senate droned out the message which President Truman and his aides had worked over so long and earnestly. Prosaically spoken, the words dealt with a passionately debated issue: How can a nation defend its freedom against those who would claim freedom's privileges in order to destroy freedom...
...evening, the prisoner notices his cell door has been left open. He creeps down an endless corridor; a torturer, carrying the tools of his trade, and two priests pass him without notice. When he finally reaches the open air, his cry of exultation is drowned out by a liturgical chant from chorus and organ. Two arms reach out for him from the shadow of a tree, and the jailer steps forth to inquire, "Why did you want to leave us on the eve of your salvation?" The prisoner then finally understands that he can never escape. His spirit broken...