Word: lamentations
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...piece on the study of American Literature at Harvard, by Richard N. Levy, which you ran on Friday, October 18. As far as I know, it is factually correct, as to dates, etc., though perhaps a bit indulgent in its judgment of personalities. I write this, however, to lament that Mr. Levy appears not to know the name of W. Ellery Sedgwick, who in the late 1930's was associated with Professor Matthiessen and me in the conduct of English 33. Both Matty and I learned as much from him as we did from any formal instrcutor...
Professional Yankee haters had been singing a familiar lament: "The Yanks are trying to buy another pennant." There were rumors that the pitching-poor New Yorkers were trying to buy Sal ("The Barber") Maglie from the outpaced Dodgers. This week the rumors became fact. In New York, at least, even anti-Yanks had reason to be thankful. Their Giants were taking it on the lam; their Dodgers were talking flight and fading fast. The Yanks were not only sticking around, but had bolstered their promise of a World Series, divided with Milwaukee's high-flying Braves...
...Moon (Warner) is a trilogy of Ireland, a feature film entirely Irish both in locale of its scenes and soul of its makers, who include the Maine-born director, John Ford (real name: Sean O'Fearna). As if to disprove W. B. Yeats's old lament, "Romantic Ireland's dead and gone," Ford fought his way through Limerick and Galway and Dublin, pushing his cameras and a troupe of Ireland's best actors before him. In dramatic meanderings most of the commonplaces of the native character are trotted forth-that the Irish are unpredictably...
Since then, every record he has cut for Imperial has been a bestseller-standards like My Blue Heaven and Blueberry Hill, and custom-tailored works like Blue Monday and I'm Walkin'. Last week his latest lament, Valley of Tears, was doing well: "Only four weeks old, and that baby is hittin' between seven and eight hundred thousand." Fats talks the words in his songs, and they can be understood-a rarity among rock 'n' rollers. The lyrics are clean, but the beat is lowdown and as basic as they come. His head-rolling piano...
...Jamboree, and made some records (Mule Train, Shotgun Boogie) that led to a guest appearance in Las Vegas. "I was scared to death to play before an audience of sophisticates and gamblers." In 1955, with his driving, metronome sense of rhythm, he recorded a coal miner's bitter lament called Sixteen Tons ("Saint Peter, don't you call me 'cause I can't go, I owe my soul to the company sto' "). Aided by some ingenious orchestration, it shot to the top of the nation's bestseller lists as fast as any record ever...