Word: mah
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...delegates sang "Ioway, that's where the tall corn grows," Allan Kline climbed the platform and slung an arm around old Ed O'Neal. Ed's eyes were slightly moist. To photographers, he said: "You all be careful not to catch mah false teeth!" Far back in the crowded ballroom, one of the delegates yelled: "So long, Ed!" Ed crackled, and waved...
...programing and "how we acquire balance." Students sat in on rehearsals and broadcasts, got pointers on microphone technique, learned how to tap time properly with the feet (the heel, not the toe). They were also exposed to such Waring inspirations as Tone-Syllables, a phonetic method of lyric singing ("Mah-ee Bahn-nee lah-ee-zo-oo-vuhr thee o-oo-shun"). By the end of the eight-week semester, all the students, including eight nuns, were fairly groovy...
...popularity in St. Joseph (Mo.) Central High School. He was too selfconscious, too meticulously dressed, too fussily precise in his speech. His sophomore classmates thought of him simply as a grind with honor grades and a grind's liking for music, books and such unfashionable pastimes as mah-jongg...
...hillbilly ballad The Martins and the Coys is a burlesque of backwoods feuding which will delight lovers of radio rurality and of Paul Webb's mountaineer cartoons, and offend those who think such caricature as insulting as the hush-mah-mouf kind of comic contempt for Negroes. All the Cats Join In is a jukebox setting of Benny Goodman's record, in which orgiastic hepcats and bobby-soxers, mad on chocolate malteds, tear all over the place, paced and sustained by the sketching of a deft, rapid pencil. It will satisfy the young and the benign, sicken those...
...cree-ay-ter of the gratest comical stripp in all cree-ay-shun, naimly 'Peerless Fosdick,' who is mah ideel. . . . Lately, other comical stripp cree-ay-ters bin cree-ay-tin even more horibul cree-ay-shuns than yo Like ladys wif gravel in thar hare, mudd in thar eyes an who smells badd. Natcherly, the Americun public in-joys this vurry much. . . . Go to it, Gooch, whomp up a lady that is so itchy, so shakey, so smelly, an so onbarubbly disgustin thet once agin yo will be the king of the funny page...