Word: hums
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Squeaking with enthusiasm, Campy keeps a chatter of encouragement flowing back to the pitcher. "Come on, roomie," he will holler at his road-trip roommate, Don Newcombe. "Hum that pea." Neither Newk nor anyone else is permitted a moment's carelessness. Once, when Don Newcombe crossed up his catcher with a slow curve after taking the signal for a fast ball, Roy promptly flipped off his mask and padded out to the mound. "How come you give me the local when I call for the express?" he demanded in singsong irritation. Campy believes that his chatter helps. Says...
...roomie," came the catcher's high-pitched chatter. "Hum that pea." Big Newk obliged. He took aim, reared back and fired. The ball whistled in. It looked just as small and twice as lively as a drop of water dancing on a hot griddle. All afternoon, the Cards collected only eight hits, turned them into three thin runs. Not a man among them drew a walk. The Dodgers, meanwhile, scored twelve times. In five times at bat the versatile Newk got two singles, a double, and a tremendous homer into the right field stands...
Perkins agreed last night with the Lowell House decision to stage their operetta on the weekend. "Judging from the small number of Lowell House men at our dance last Saturday, I don't imagine you'd get more than a 'ho-hum' out of any Lowell man now if you told him we are not going to have a dance that weekend," he said...
Festival (by Sam and Bella Spewack) takes place in the rococo sunroom of a music impresario. Phones blare, tempers explode, rival artists snarl and spit. Then a lady music teacher arrives with a child prodigy to make things really hum. Soon she is rumored to be a famous pianist's discarded mistress and the prodigy their illegitimate son. With the child's real father suspecting his wife, and a lady cellist buzzing with sex. it all suggests a game of musical sofas...
...Conversation in this country has fallen upon evil days . . . It is drowned out in singing commercials by the world's most productive economy that has so little to say for itself it has to hum it. It is hushed and shushed in dimly lighted parlors by television audiences who used to read, argue, and even play bridge, an old-fashioned card game requiring speech. It is shouted down by devil's advocates, thrown into disorder by points of order . . . subdued by soft-voiced censors." To Griswold the disorderly noises issuing from the human race may lead to ugly...