Word: croaking
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...road, doing 80 cities in eight weeks and singing his heart out. He sang so hard that his vocal cords were irreparably damaged; he was told that he would never sing again. But McKuen kept on, even though the tenor voice was replaced by a hoarse croak...
More than Tony. With his voice gone, McKuen concentrated more on his lonely poetry and song writing. Every time he sang, it sounded as if he needed to clear his throat-but the husky croak had a strange appeal for people who were sick of slick styling. The books and records came flooding out-and sold. McKuen is hardly modest about it, but why should he be? He is deliberately vague about how much money he made last year ("Two million? Three million? Four million? I don't know"), but he claims proudly that he sold...
...Health, which turns out anti-smoking tracts for civic groups. Money from the "Smokehouse," as staffers call it, has started several local anti-cigarette projects. In Bakersfield, Calif., teen-agers have been given a $52,000 grant and professional help to prepare commercials, posters and bumper stickers (SMOKE, CHOKE, CROAK). The pilot project there has been so successful that it will be repeated in several other cities this fall. The director of the clearinghouse, Dr. Daniel Horn, a pioneer cancer researcher, urges medical men to deliver anti-smoking appeals while they treat patients in their offices. Horn figures that...
...Time for Marching. Next day, all four were on hand for the skirmishes at Grant Park in front of the Hilton Hotel. Ginsberg had recovered his voice enough to croak and urge the hippies to avoid overexcitement. He proposed combatting the cops with the Hindu charm word Om. Caught off guard, the cops even warmed up to Ginsberg, who, after all, was trying to cool the hippies. "Look after yourself," said a plainclothesman. "There are some wild people in the park today...
Permutations. The fact is that beneath this suburban idyl, Updike's couples are caught up in a black mass of community sex. Their Puritan gods have retreated to unawesome, half-deserted churches, where beaten clergymen, sizing up the businessman congregations, croak about an improbable Christ who "offers us present security, four-and-a-half percent compounded every quarter." The Biblical woman accused of adultery would be safe in Tarbox; here no stones are thrown, only envious glances. With no heat left in the Protestant American crucible, the comfortable couples of Tarbox have reached out for another kind of warmth...