Word: dixielanders
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...bogs; and Savannah, Ga., with its quaint cobblestone streets and a gracious populace that calls outsiders "visitors," not "tourists." In New Orleans they stroll through the somewhat scruffy but genteel French Quarter (prostitutes will stare from their wrought-iron balconies). Again, at Twain's insistence, they pause at a Dixieland jazz joint and later dine aboard one of the Mississippi steamboats...
Gould has been honing his theories for more than 50 years. A graduate of Lehigh University, he worked briefly as an engineer in 1921 (while playing in a five-piece Dixieland band on the side) but concluded that opportunities for engineers were limited in the unsettled times after World War I and went into Wall Street instead. He scoffs today at the idea that his reputation is making his forecasts self-fulfilling prophecies. The market, he asserts, will follow cycles of its own whatever he says. In any case, he does not choose to become rich by following...
...excitement on the field matched that of the crowd. Only 9400 fans attended on a pleasant Sunday afternoon. Despite the efforts of a strolling Dixieland Jazz Band and the presence of the mule Charlie O, the team's mascot, the crowd was unmoved by the A's all-too-typical performance...
...started painting pictures by numbers and has progressed from primitive oils, reminiscent of bad Grandma Moses, to wild impressionism. Meany also taught himself to play the piano by ear and now has a console organ in his home. At night, passersby can sometimes hear him beating out Dixieland jazz and old Irish ballads. After three martinis, a solid meal and a good cigar, Meany may break into song, if the company is congenial. Galway Bay is the likely choice, or Cockles and Mussels...
...world against the imminent dangers of demon alcohol, while keyboard man John Gosling tinkled the ivories in such a fashion as to mock good-naturedly the somber scenario Davies tried to conjure up. The song's crapulous ambiance was supported by the sluggish, drawn out tempo of the Dixieland horn section and Davies's possibly unintentional slurring of the lyrics (by that time he had quite a bit to drink). Since the previously established snail's pace of the tune did not lend itself to a final ritard, the tune did not lend itself in the only way possible...