Word: goin
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...concerto, Van rose from the keyboard and walked out. "I called a halt to the music," says Johnson, "and wondered what we could have done to upset the kid." Just then Van looked back over his shoulder from the wings and drawled: "Go right ahead. Ah'm just goin' to the slot machine for a candy bar." He can be considerate to a fault. In Moscow, one of his American friends had to lock him into his hotel room before he dropped from exhaustion receiving the glad-handers and autograph seekers who streamed in all through the night...
...from high school in 1951, at 17, Van headed for Manhattan and a scholarship at Juilliard. Russian-born Pianist and Juilliard Teacher Rosina Lhevinne answered a knock at her studio door one day to find it filled with Van's rawboned frame. "Honey," he announced, "Ah'm goin' to study with you." It was the first time she had heard the name Cliburn, but she invited him in and asked him to play. Says Mrs. Lhevinne: "Right then I said. 'This is an unbelievable talent.' His mother had taught him very well indeed." She took...
...bluegum, stinkin' scum of the earth, the niggers with common-law wives and passels of little black bastards." Back home in Georgia, an A.R.F. cofounder, pudgy, rednecked Politico Roy Harris, was equally frank. Vowed Harris, often called the "kingmaker" of Georgia politics: "We're goin' to buy the houses next door to Hubert Humphrey and Dick Nixon and get us the biggest nigger families we can find to send up and move in. We're goin' to see just how these civil righters perform when the problem is across the street or next door...
...being part of the mob chasing Chicago LIFE Correspondent Paul Welch and his photographer partner Grey Villet. I saw Grey holding his long lens out of the crowd's reach. I started over in that direction, along with the mob. A fellow asked me, 'What's goin' on?' His answer came from a stocky butcher-boy type who yelled, 'It's one of them nigger-lovin' LIFE photographers. Let's get him!' Butcher-boy seized my arm, pulled me along with him. So while Paul and Grey were trying...
...some program changes, occasionally some subdued music, and commercials beamed to a general audience. But for the most part, WILY fans will not be disappointed in WEEP. Announcers will still bray crazy commercials; odd-voiced groups will yell the lyrics to Chicken Baby Chicken, Whole Lotta Shakin' Goin' On, and assorted other tunes "to endure traffic jams...