Word: gruffness
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...syrup within. The rest of the cast is white: Bob McGrath, a singer with irrepressibly high spirits and voice; and Will Lee, an actor whose years on the McCarthy era blacklist made him perhaps more aware of deprivation. "I was delighted to take the role of Mr. Hooper, the gruff grocer with the warm heart," recalls Lee. "It's a big part, and it allows a lot of latitude. But the show has something extrathat sense you sometimes get from great theater, the feeling that its influence never stops...
Pity poor Hilaire Belloc, to whom the opposite has happened. Most of his 100 or so books are out of print, and he is remembered, if at all, for his failings: as a gruff, belligerent polemicist, who wrote biased history and ceaselessly propagandized for an eccentric mode of intolerant, muscular Catholicism...
Aggressive Team. New Zealand-born Arnett, now 35, and German-born Faas, now 37, arrived in Viet Nam for A.P. on the same day in 1962. Often they worked as a reporting team. On the surface, they may seem too alike for compatibility. Arnett is brash, aggressive; Faas is gruff, Prussianly efficient. But together they produced some spectacular results. Among them: the 1965 disclosure that U.S. and South Vietnamese forces were experimenting with non-lethal gas; last year's exclusive on Alpha Company, the U.S. Army unit that balked at an order to advance. Individually, they did equally well...
...habit of taking light rock, such as softer ditties by the Beatles, and giving it the heavy treatment. Now Joe has a large new group (36 friends known as Mad Dogs and Englishmen). It can back him up in anything from jazz to low-down blues to gospel singing. Gruff and virile of tone, but now obviously a star, Joe belts out his songs as to the manna born. He knows just when to shout, just when to pout, just when to let a phrase die with a low, sad whimper. At the Fillmore, Cocker's group came...
...Grass certainly does not look like the world's, or Germany's, greatest living novelist, though he may well be both. He has a gruff manner and a Dutch-comic soup-strainer mustache. There is a manic-gypsy look at the corners of his eyes, like that of an elf on a high. His face has been described as the sort that nervous mothers warn children against before they skip off to play in the Black Forest. At charades, he couldn't miss as one of those ambivalent wood cutters that lurk in the background of Grimm fairy tales...