Word: complained
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Hard Mechanics. The movement toward acoustic sharpness and clarity was strengthened by FM radio and hi-fi phonograph reproduction. People who have learned their music via hi-fi complain, when they hear live symphony orchestras for the first time, that the music is too soft and not brilliant enough. Veteran musicians, on the other hand, complain that hi-fi sound is mechanical and unreal. Sound Engineer Bolt, aware that taste in sound changes, believes that many people today do not want merely faithful reproduction but actually a new sound...
There were mass meetings among Erath's citizens, almost all of them parishioners of Our Lady of Lourdes Roman Catholic Church. A group went to complain to Bishop Jules Benjamin Jeanmard of Lafayette, La. Negro children were warned to stay away from catechism classes. Finally Father Labbe suspended the classes altogether...
Land likes to talk about his ideas so much that associates worry that his brain waves will get out from under his hat. He sometimes calls associates to the laboratory in the middle of the night or on holidays. Once he telephoned Executive Vice President J. Harold Booth to complain that none of his research staff had appeared for work, learned that it was Thanksgiving...
...time--whether or not to allow women in the Houses between 1 and 4 p.m. on weekdays-- probably will not interest the Masters any more than it did in 1952, when Lowell's Elliott Perkins confessed, "the whole subject makes me very tired." But Perkins and his colleagues cannot complain that they are the first Harvard administrators to face this problem. Parietal rules, if not as old as the College itself, date back at least to the time when Harvard students first took an interest in young women. (This latter date seems to have succeeded the College's founding...
...vocal melody sometimes soars, e.g., the parting duet ("O gentle heart, would we again were drifting/ Far from this world of waking"), but is often pale and fragile as the illustrations in English children's books. Walton, after all, is neither Italian nor Russian, and no one need complain if he goes politely Anglo-Saxon in the clutches. His one baldly passionate scene is the orchestral storm that accompanies the lovers to bed behind their curtain; its three thundering climaxes are almost embarrassingly literal ("You have to pass the night somehow," quips Walton...