Word: harked
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Frequently the authors hold up a little flag bearing the legend: "See, we can underestimate dangers and be optimistic, too." But recurrently they hark back to a theme which Douglass Cater recorded as part of a 1946 address by Joseph Alsop to the Signet Society. At that time, "the older member of the partnership" as he styles himself, compared the nations of the West to Leonidas' troops at Thermopylae and suggested that they "comb their golden hair in the sunlight and prepare to die bravely." A little bit of this sort of Everett Dirksen brand eloquence goes an awfully long...
...tycoon-hating Washington Post and Times Herald, enraged by the way Washington's transit company board chairman. Financier Louis E. Wolfson, was running the buses and streetcars, said so in three editorials. Sample: "His tactics, indeed the whole Wolfson operation of a once-sound company, have been a hark-back to the robber baron days of the last century." Financier Wolfson promptly sued for $30 million. The Post was unabashed: "We shall continue to exercise our full right to criticize...
...fast kwela beat; in shabby speakeasies, women shuffle to its slower marabi rhythm. Among natives who earn only $20 a month, pennywhistle records (75 ? apiece) are selling at the rate of 1,000 a day. By this spring, the rage had crossed to Britain, where a song called Tom Hark became the top jukebox hit so fast that record companies have ordered a half dozen new pennywhistle tunes. Princess Margaret herself has cut some kwela steps. Pennywhistle records will soon liven U.S. jukeboxes; American jazzmen (including Clarinetist Tony Scott, Saxophonist Bud Shank, Pianist Claude Williamson) went to Johannesburg to learn...
...Freedom, a rallying song to match the South's cap-tossing Bonnie Blue Flag, and the inevitable Battle Hymn of the Republic. Some of the ditties are wryly humorous, like The Invalid Corps, which pokes fun at the era's equivalent of 4-Fs. But most songs hark sentimentally back, like Aura Lea, to languishing sweethearts or, unabashedly, to home...
Armed with a pistol, a fervent young woman named Chin Lan Tse patrols the dikes that protect her village's cotton fields from the waters of the Grand Canal. But - hark! - what is that sinister shadow slinking away near by? As a dedicated Young Communist, Chin Lan Tse knows the answer: it is a skulking saboteur in the employ of the decadent Kuomintang clique. Chin Lan Tse pulls the trigger. "Bang!" and the bullet flies out. "Ah yah!" bellows the fascist running dog of capitalism as he vanishes in the night. Dauntless Chin Lan Tse pursues him, falls into...