Word: moi
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...soon as Captain Pierre, commander of the Kong-Plong outpost in south Indo-China, saw the handsome, flaxen-haired corporal from Lyon, he felt that he had a solution to the problem of winning over certain Moi' tribes which had taken up a neutral position in the war with the Communist-led Viet Minh. After a workout with the colonial troops, Corporal Riesen, the author of this book, was sent into the mountainous jungle 'of central Viet Nam. Friendly Moi' chieftains offered him a bride. Corporal Riesen demurred ("She was only nineteen and very pretty . . . with...
...minutiae of middle-class life, and full of frankly sentimental perfume, e.g., "It takes so much love for a single flower to be born of a morning." Micheyl sings the songs in a lilting, open-throated voice, shaking her tight golden curls. Songs like Ni Toi Ni Moi, which celebrates the fact that love is stronger than anything, have moved Parisian poets and musicians to confer on a Micheyl record the Grand Prix du Bisque, a sort of musical Oscar...
French record fans were quivering last week to the cacophonous cadences of a Gallicized rock-'n'-roll number named Dis-Moi Qu'Tu M'Aimes Rock (Tell Me That You Love Me Rock). Ostensibly written by a U.S. rock 'n' roller named Mig Bike, the song is actually the latest and loudest product of a reedy, bespectacled 24-year-old named Michel Legrand. Although the people who buy his records have only recently become aware that he exists, Composer-Conductor Legrand has in the last three years become one of the most successful popular...
...Moscow, where people are quick to catch the political drift, anyone can get a laugh today by starting out in high-pitched Russian, "Ya i moi droog . . ." a phrase which appears often in Khrushchev's speeches, meaning "I and my friend . . ." i.e., Bulganin. Jokes about Bim and Bom, famed Russian circus clowns, have suddenly found a new popularity in Moscow...
...smoldered in red bugle beads. Where Dorothy swayed in sweet resignation, Eartha froze and darted her almond eyes. When Eartha sang, it was in a smoky, reedlike quaver. Most of the time she was the fervid, grasping female as she trumpeted C'est Si Bon, Après Moi and The Heel. But at the end she often inserted a wistful and not very convincing twist-the manner of the little girl lost in the wicked world...