Word: clangs
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...line, as hollered out by saggy, white-thatched Party Secretary Eugene Dennis, 53, and others of the hierarchy, had a familiar clang: U.S. foreign policy was "criminally dangerous," Ike "should be impeached," recognition of Red China would "make 600 million friends for America." But only 1,300 of the aging faithful were present in Manhattan's spacious (capacity: 2.760) Carnegie Hall to applaud, steadily but softly, at the 39th anniversary of the nation's dying Communist Party...
...front end (concessions, games of chance) got a big play too. A muscular cowpoke swung a big wooden mallet and sent a weight soaring up a wire to clang a gong. He strutted off like a dragon slayer. "The guy can rig that bell any way he wants to," said an operator. "He twists a knob, and you'll never hit the bell; he twists it back, and you'll hit it every time." Over where the flatties (dishonest concessionaires) worked the barrel ball game, the toss of a ball into a barrel won a prize. But someone...
...early hours one January morning, the clang of church bells broke the stillness over the vineyards and olive groves of Sant'Angelo in Villa, about 50 miles southeast of Rome. At the sound of the tocsin, villagers tumbled out of bed and, dressing as they ran, swarmed to the church, shouting threats. The alarm had been sounded by two early risers who had spotted the enemy on their way to work. The enemy: Parish Priest Andrea Tarquini, who, flanked by three carabinieri, had tried to slip secretly into the church to sign a document that the whole village considered...
...repainted its railway station and put up a big neon sign combining the papal coat of arms, the arms of Lourdes, and those of the ancient local ruling house of Bigorre. As the town continues its face-lifting, the sound of church bells is drowned everywhere by the clang and bang of cement mixers and pneumatic drills...
Mary Stuart offers no end of bravura and brag, of stomp and stealth, as the play rushes from one emotional exclamation point to another. Since the characters never really draw human breath, they never provide the thrills born of real concern. Mary Stuart has clang without resonance, but it is old-fashioned enough to seem novel, and good enough of its kind to be enjoyed...