Word: clacks
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...present seems dismal enough. Though U.P.I.'s 850 reporters clack out almost 8 million words and figures a day, they are unable to match the sheer ubiquity of A.P., with 1,401 journalists. As a result, when editors are forced to cut back on their wire budgets, many drop U.P.I. in favor of the more comprehensive coverage provided by A.P. Some 1,365 U.S. newspapers belong to A.P., while 1,115 subscribe to U.P.I...
There is not much meat to this delicate, whimsical little novel about the friendship of two English brothers, but the bones clack together nicely. Peregrine is a precocious child. His younger brother Benedick is thought to be dull, because for several years he speaks in a private language only Peregrine can understand. Their father, a literary scholar and full-rigged eccentric, is never ruffled by his odd progeny; but their mother, a dithered creature who soon fades out of the scene, is confounded. At the age of six, for example, Benedick inquires, "What's a prostitute?" Peregrine knows...
...Stewart, get off at Greenville to see the Great Smokies. For young voyagers who never rode the old Chiefs and Limiteds, the passage is the message. "Nostalgia," said one, "is for people who ride phony coal burners at Disneyland." (Note for nostalgia freaks: the Crescent no longer goes clickety-clack; the rails are now continuously welded in 1,400-ft. segments from Washington to New Orleans. En route, the train passes through 15,000 grade crossings...
...stage contract. In that role, Madeline Kahn displays an arsenal of talents. She is kooky, vulnerable and seductive in succession, and her voice has a near operatic authority. As a religious nut, the Imogene Coca you get is the Coca that refreshes. Cy Coleman's score is clickety-clack in its monotony. Well, there is al ways the razzle-dazzle for those who love the big bamboozala...
...bankruptcy of the Rock Island Line [March 31] is a sad milestone. The human-like wail of a train whistle once meant "Freedom!" to millions of small-town youth, who hopped freights if they couldn't afford to buy a ticket. The clickety-clack of the rails fitted the banjo and guitar rhythms of hundreds of our best folk songs. Neither airplanes nor automobiles ever caught our heartstrings...