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...Sound. Philosophizes Chicago Deejay Marty Faye on rock 'n' roll: "The kids have accepted this twanging guitar, this nasal, unintelligible sound, this irritating sameness of lyrics, this lamentable croak. They've picked a sound all their own, apart from anything the adults like. Rock 'n' roll is still as strong as ever, and we'll have to live with it until the kids find a new sound...
...Winchell of File, white-haired and 60, was a tame version of the once combustible keyhole crier. Gone were the high-decibel-count croak and Morse-key jangle, the creaky song-and-dance routines of last year's variety show. Now there was only the occasional clatter of the typewriter-onscreen and off-and on TV even this was restrained enough to be realistic. Though File claims to be based on his "private files," Winchell admits there are fictitious strokes "to avoid any trouble legally." Did he always beat the cops to the scene when prowling around Manhattan? "Normally...
Wide & Weird. The world of electronic journalism that Murrow bestrides runs a course far wider than the one from the tabloids to the Times and weirder than anything in between. It echoes with the weepy singsong of Gabriel Heatter, still broadcasting after 32 years, the now-stilled, intelligent frog croak of Elmer Davis, the cocksureness of Fulton Lewis Jr., the literate wit of Eric Sevareid, the pear-shaped tones of Lowell Thomas. Gone now from radio is Winchell's clattering telegraph key and breathless bleat: too seldom heard is aging (79) H. V. Kaltenborn's clipped assurance...
...role most satisfactorily. Sometimes relaxed into an engaging slouch, he yet rouses himself to an oratorical fervor of Churchillian stature that all but sweeps away his opponents, including the audience. Glynis Johns' characterization of Major Barbara is much less successful. She possesses an interesting voice--a sort of throaty croak--but the playwright's subtle speech rhythms prove too difficult for her to handle, and her performance often collapses into singsong. Burgess, the professor, seems capable enough though, in view of his large experience, he too is a little disappointing. His character possesses two sides: poet and, ultimately, shrewd businessman...
...writes excellent short stories on the side. When he wants to, as in a glitteringly ironic piece called The Wearin' of the Green, Jim Plunkett can mount as savage an attack on his country's new nationalist ruling class as the most delirious Liffeyside rabble-rouser could croak for. When in another mood, as in a spine-stiffening tale of men ratting and fighting against Britain's unforgotten Black and Tans, he can brew the strong, peat-smoked stuff of Irish patriotism. But most of these stories, dealing with humble Dubliners, plead nothing more special than...