Word: hammering
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...influence of Levis spread, they changed a little with the times. "Alkali," a Virginia City miner, insisted on carrying rock specimens that ripped his hip pockets. The local tailor wearied of repairing them, one day seized a hammer and riveted the corners down with square iron nails. When this made Alkali practically rip-proof, Levi Strauss picked up the idea, from then on fastened all his pants' pockets with copper rivets...
...Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow" raised the petty rumblings of the sheet-metal-and- hammer boys behind stage to the stature of an expression of Nature; his "Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, and then no breath at all? over the corpse of Cordelia was pure pathos. In portraying the fall of Lear from king to disillusioned father, to madman, to dying, bereaved old man, Devlin combines the grandeur of the king and the weakness of the old man. He binds the magnificent curse of his miscreant daughter Generil ("Into her womb convey...
Things are just as bad at the Molot [Hammer], on Rusakov Street: "There are piles of dirt in the corners. For four years the same [photo] exhibit has been shown. Regular customers at the Molot know that exhibit by heart. The newspapers in the reading room are a year old." Moviegoers may write their gripes in a Complaints Register, but it does not do much good. Reported Evening Moscow's crusading newsmen: "Once a patron asked a question. Mme. Nosovaya, the cashier, refused to answer him. The manager entered in the book: 'The cashier was too busy...
When handsome young Czech Pianist Rudolf Firkusny took his first crack at the U.S. concert stage in 1938, he thought "big bravura playing" was the way to hammer U.S. critics into submission. But about the highest praise the New York Times could manage was that he "successfully held the attention of the audience." Firkusny, then 25-"much too young," he says now-tried a short U.S. tour without much more luck, then headed for home a little sadder and a great deal wiser...
...precisely from the fact that Saroyan is so busy creating his own character that he has little time left for the characters in his stories. Bright and shiny on the surface but mushy and sentimental at the core, the stories are pretty much standard Saroyan: a boy steals a hammer and feels stripped of his dignity when caught; a wacky playwright buys a punch bowl and a dozen cups for $1,050 from Cartier without knowing how he is to pay for them; an abandoned boy is befriended by a bighearted bartender; a middle-aged writer gets the fantods...