Word: din
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...modern a capella groups fall into four categories: all-male, all-female, co-ed, and special interest groups. With the advantage of history and generous alumni, the two all-male groups, The Krokodiloes and The Din & Tonics, remain the most prestigious. Traditionally, the Kroks played the famous Yale Game jam with the prestigious singing group, the Whiffenpoofs, but this year, the Dins were done the honor. Members acknowledge what they call a "friendly rivalry" between the groups, but that belies the scope of the changing community...
...late 1930s, millions of Americans tuned their radio dials one evening a week to the latest adventure of Gang Busters. Each episode opened with a cacophony of sound effects -- marching feet, a burst of machine-gun fire, sirens wailing. The din itself told a story: the mobilization of the forces of good against those of evil; a climactic conflict; finally, the removal of the dead and wounded. Then a stentorian voice blared an all-points bulletin: "Calling the G-men! Calling all Americans to war on the underworld...
...date last Saturday night. "Who is she?" my brother asked over the din of my electric razor. "A Harvard Woman," I answered...
Distinctive voices are hard to hear this fall amid the din of the assembly line. Much of the new programming is slicker than ever. NBC's The Fanelli Boys, for example, about a quartet of Italian-American brothers who move back to their mother's house in Brooklyn, is cleverly written and brightly acted. But that doesn't compensate for its rancid rehashing of every Italian stereotype known to Hollywood. (One brother is a playboy; another a wheeler- dealer with a hint of Mob connections; a third almost gives Mom a heart attack when he brings home a Jewish girl...
...come the European Jews, then come the Oriental Jews, then, a distant third, the Israeli Arabs. Many of their grievances sound like the complaints of American blacks, and sometimes Israel gives off something of the Old South, of race hate and sheer meanness. The other evening on Salah el-Din Street in East Jerusalem, a middle-aged man in a business suit was stopped by a beefy policeman who addressed him in Arabic: "Ya, walid ((Hey, boy))!" The policeman took the Palestinian's left hand and twisted it back slowly, painfully, saying softly all the while in Arabic...