Word: gits
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...sick man of Europe." Exactly 100 years later, an astute and wealthy Texan named George McGhee, at the time U.S. Ambassador to Turkey, looked out over the green plains of Anatolia and said: "You know what this country reminds me of? It's got the stuff, the git up and go, and it's rolling. Why, Turkey today is just like Texas...
...little too elevated, Raymond Massey's a little too elocutionary. The chorus is well trained, but trained to do popular tricks. For every lusty "Jubili, Jubilo," there are a number of radio-like vocal gadgets and sound effects. Thus, over & over, the chorus-in a goblins'll-git-you voice-intones: "John Brown's body lies a mooolderin' in the grave." With the combined appeal of John Brown's stars and its story, there is no reason why Laughton shouldn't strike twice. But his fixed model should be the stage and Stephen Vincent...
...Digging Me, Daddy?" Author Ellison's Harlem scenes are done with dash and flavor, and the lingo is right: "Well, git with it! ... You digging me, daddy? Haw, but look me up sometimes, I'm a piano player and a rounder, a whisky drinker and a pavement pounder. I'll teach you some good bad habits. You'll need 'em." Author Ellison knows all about the mountebanks and charlatans, political and otherwise, who prosper in Harlem, and his examples (especially Ras the Exhorter, who fancies himself as a black Messiah) are richly drawn. The book...
Mauldin was an editorial cartoonist and a good one, more remarkable since most of his drawings were done for squeamish service papers. He laughs at airmen and officers, sneers at the "garritroopers"--"too far forward t'wear ties an' to far back t'git shot." The only people who keep out from under Mauldin's wrath are the infantrymen--Willie and Joe. Mauldin's heart lies squarely with the dogface. One thing Sloane's book lacks is the biting accompanying text of the earlier Mauldin...
...voices quavered a little, but the singers still showed the old git-up-and-go spirit as they sang: "How d'ye do, Dr. Townsend...