Word: clop
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Last September, Glickman came across the record in his files. Says Lange: "It sounded like something I had never heard before. I was floored. But I knew that right there we had a hot hit." With its fast clippity-clop rhythm (actually a good deal faster than a burro's), it sounded like a poor man's Riders in the Sky. And with the U.S. hungry for what the trade calls "oat" or "popcorn" songs, Lange was right about the hot hit. After Vaughn Monroe, Frankie Laine, Bing Crosby, et. al. had taken a ride on it, Mule...
Mule Train (loo, loo, loo) Mule Train (loo, loo, loo) Clippity-cloppin' over hill and plain, Seems as how they never stop Clippity-clop, clippity-clop...
Director Mark Robson, who made the picture for RKO shortly before rocketing into the limelight with Champion (TIME, April 11), imprinted it with several signs of his fresh style. For one thing, there is an intelligent use of sound. Small, natural noises-the clop of hooves and the rattle of stones under the wagon wheels-take on weight and value. Spots of unbroken silence have the quality of noonday sunlight on an empty plain. Other refreshing and honest touches: the homely treatment of four frontier chippies (including Gloria Grahame); the persuasively intimate feel of the western countryside; the sensitive cinematic...
...newly painted crimson-&-gold state coach drawn by the famed Windsor greys, Their Majesties-the King in naval uniform, the Queen in a turquoise blue suit with feathered hat to match-smiled and bowed toward the tumult. Ahead of the postilions, a State Guard of Household Cavalry clop-clopped proudly. Escorted by motorcycle outriders, the Comptroller of the Lord Chamberlain's Office, Lieut. Colonel Sir Terence Nugent, rode clasping a suitcase in which rested the Imperial Crown. Not since World War II began had the jewel-studded emblem left its sanctuary to be displayed...
...main crossroads in Cahmboise we heard the clop-clop of horses, and the sad, sweet music of the mouth organ. It was Home on the Range...