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...phone qualifies for that title because each of its buttons, when pushed, produces a different musical tone. Simply by punching 33363213, for example, a telephoner can play a respectable rendition of Raindrops Keep Fallin' on My Head. Tapping out 1199009 will produce Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star, and 0005 8883 calls forth the first bars of Beethoven's Fifth Symphony. With some practice, and the use of staccato and legato on the appropriate notes, even more sophisticated tunes are possible: When theSaints Go Marching In and Around the World are two often played examples...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Modern Living: Phoney Tunes | 3/6/1972 | See Source »

...ftittercrumbs, fluttercrimbs are float-fallin, g: allwhere...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Big Little Magazines | 5/31/1968 | See Source »

...173rd Airborne Brigade. "Ya know, I been here for six weeks, and for five of 'em I've never been dry," he lamented. "If a man ain't wet with sweat, he's drenched with rain. Me clothes are rottin' and me boots are fallin' apart...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Man Of The Year: Gen. Westmoreland, The Guardians at the Gate | 1/7/1966 | See Source »

...visitor about great hunts of the past: "The closest call I've ever knowed, I shot a bear at close range that was tearin' at the dogs. The bear he jumped up and leaped right at me. I shot him in the air and jumped sideways, fallin' full length on wet leaves. The bear flopped down just exactly where I was at before I leaped aside. Shot clean through the head, but still had some fight left. For a few moments, there we was, lyin' side by side, I and the bear, but not peaceful-like...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sport: The Bear Hunter | 1/4/1960 | See Source »

...aside him and, says I, 'Mister, will you have a few draps?' He blowed an awful sigh, and says he, 'This is a wicked and a perverse generation of vipers, young man.' [But] that shovel-shaped underlip of his jist fell outwards like the fallin door of a coal stove, and he upsot the gourd inside of his teeth. I seed the mark of the truck agoing down his throat jist like a snake travelin through a wet sausage gut. He smelt into the gourd a good long smell, turned up his eyes, and said...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Preachers, Varments, Planners | 2/10/1947 | See Source »

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