Word: drums
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Like a sudden swarm of 200-year locusts, commemorative kitsch is appearing everywhere: plates, mugs and glasses decaled with an eagle or the likeness of George Washington or John Adams or the flag or Archibald Willard's familiar Revolutionary fife-and-drum trio.* Businessmen are offering patriotic yo-yos, ties, music boxes, telephones, costumes, clocks, T shirts and egg timers. Even foreigners are getting in on the act. Many inexpensive Bicentennial items-though the ads, of course, never say so-are made in Taiwan or Japan. British Airways advertises: "You gave us the business 200 years ago, America. Here...
Even if the more sinister sectarian rituals are still strong, some of the other traditions of fanatic Orangeism are dying out. One of the true traditions of the Orange parade, the lambeg drum--weighing about 40 pounds and fabricated from oak, ash and goatskin (only the skin of the she-goat will do)--is just about extinct. A lambeg drummer used canes instead of drumsticks and during the course of a single parade, he'd break more than ten of them. That's because the drummer hits the drum as hard as he can. In the process, he hits...
Daniel didn't think he'd remember too much about that evening; dropping acid is a hum-drum every night occurrence. But old Daniel, from the moment he first laid eyes upon the Delac, was sure he'd never forget a ride in her. So Gay steered him into the white leather and silver glitter back seat that's as plump and as soft as a Cherubim's rosy- checked behind, the four feet of leg-room sucking him into a state of heavenly transport punctuated by means of "Far out, Too much..." and hideous witch cackling that had gotten...
...kept beating the drum, and finally got the trustees to set up a committee to examine the existing programs," he says...
...declares repeatedly in a voice of hurt pride. Laureate makes a miserable attempt to impress the self-consciously cultured Marcus Hubbard (she tells him that her uncle taught her to love Mozart, but in answer to a question reveals that the instrument he played on was a little drum"), but her irrepressible earthiness finally leads her to puncture the melodrama directly. Indignant at the way Marcus is treating Oscar, she tells him off the way no other character would dare to: "A Papa talking about his own son! No animal would talk about their own son that...