Word: dooryard
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Heroic Soul: Poems of Patriotism (Decca). One of the "Parnassus" series on such primary emotions as love, faith, humor and patriotism. This record tempers its heroics with taste, especially in Arnold Moss's reading of Whitman's When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd and Longfellow's The Building of the Ship...
Like corn like picture. The charm of the play was in its note, however falsetto, of meadowy romp and dooryard homeliness. But the demand of the giant screen is for size and spectacle. The figure of Laurie, far away and touching as she sings Out of My Dreams ("and into your arms"), becomes on the screen a colossal closeup in which the heroine's left nostril alone is large enough to park a jeep in. The dances, too, come far too close for comfort. Though Agnes de Mille revised them for the camera, they now seem more like sophomore...
...National Memorial Park to the Curtin fenceline. Citing an old Virginia law that prohibits cemeteries closer than 750 ft. to residences, Curtin argued the matter in court. The court ruled that the law did not apply to existing cemeteries, and National Park began to creep toward Curtin's dooryard. The cemetery, a mortician's dream, features "music from the trees," bars tombstones (graves are marked by bronze plaques, level with the clipped lawns) and boasts an impressive statuary group, The Fountain of Faith, by famed Scupltor Carl Milles (TIME, Oct. 20, 1952). For a while, Marlowe negotiated with...
...doors open about 18 inches, and squeezed through. Then she reached in, pulled Roberta out. carried her through waist-deep water to the river bank, 15 feet away, and started walking. At 5:50, dripping wet and covered with mud, she reached Farmer Reuben Schupbach's dooryard. The farmer drove her to Hardtner at top speed, but Mrs. Munsell was too near her time for doctors to get her ready for the delivery room. At 6:40, still mud-spattered, she was delivered of a healthy, six-pound...
...TIME serious in its Oct. 22 description of Walt Whitman as an "anarchic old yawper?" Does TIME dismiss then such treasures of American literature as "When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd," "O Captain! My Captain!" "Bivouac on a Mountain Side," and "Song of Myself" to be the mere yawping of an anarchist...