Word: laughter
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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When Mendès himself appeared at the recent Radical-Socialist Party congress, drinking a glass of milk and urging all of the delegates "to do the same thing," he was greeted with roars of laughter. By last week the laughter was abating. Liquor interests, thirsty workmen, café owners, bartenders, home-brewers and, indeed, most of France's hard-drinking population, were mobilizing to combat the threat to their national pastime. They form a large bloc: one Frenchman in seven is involved in the making of wine; alcohol is France's largest industry, grossing some 675 billion...
Westering home and a song in the air Light in the eye and it's goodbye to care, Laughter and love and a welcoming there I know my heart...
...point, she suspected that the local native trader was running a backroom brothel in his shop: behind a curtain, "there was laughter and low moaning and exclamations of surprise and delight." As it turned out. the trader was simply charging admission for a look at U.S. magazines. The Atlantic Monthly "is not worth even one peanut with a worm inside." The New Yorker and Esquire were in some demand. "Sometimes a copy of TIME was acceptable and sometimes it was not. The one sure way to open the cornucopia of the back room was to produce an issue of LIFE...
...These Foolish Things, which seems to remind them of lots of other things (including Smoke Gets in Your Eyes, Lazy River), or into Fare Thee Well, Annabelle, which begins with a polytonal fughetta and is interrupted by a hoarse dissonance that sends the whole band into a fit of laughter. The prom perennial, Stardust, is popular with Brubeck and Desmond because its stately harmonic progressions flow as smoothly as the Mississippi, allowing them freedom to improvise in their most carefree vein. Of course, they never play the tune any more, nor the original harmonies. All that remains of poor...
...trance. It happened at a recent recording session. Dave finished in a fever, grabbed a handkerchief, wiped his face and ran to the wall as if he wanted to burst through it. Paul laughed aloud, followed him and spun him around. Brubeck was laughing, too, great yelps of laughter. He threw his arms into the air, drunk with music. A photographer who happened to be there was caught up in the excitement. "You're hot," he yelled, "by God you're hot! Don't stop...