Word: oooohing
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...face is pretty, slightly cute, not startlingly beautiful. It has good bones, in the phrase of the fashion photographers, but it does not have great bones. It grins well, and has mastered the large-eyed look that goes with the expression "Ooooh!" But it is not very good at registering more subtle emotions ("Aaaaeee!", "Aaannh?" and "Mmmm!"). And nothing it shows in public moments is as intense as the faint crinkle of brow when, several times a day, its owner changes a mole into a beauty spot with a makeup pencil...
...students file in. The room fills; one boy jumps to a stage, calls out, "Let's go." Stiffly at first, the class waggles fingers, wrists, arms and spines in a ragged ballet of calisthenics, then switches to vocal knee-bends: OHO, OHO; AHA, AHA; ZZZZHH, ZZZZHH ; UMPAH, UMPAH; OOOOH, OOOOH. The personage in whose honor the morning rites are performed is abrupt, autocratic, rumpled Professor Paul Baker, 47, head of Baylor University's department of dramatics. In the judgment of Actor Charles Laughton, an old friend, Baker is "crude, arrogant, irritating, nuts and a genius." He is also...
...book-author lunch in Manhattan not long ago, Vladimir Nabokov faced a formidable force of 1,000 literature-loving women, and when it was announced that, as a feature of the lunch, one of them had won an autographed copy of Lolita, the excited "ooooh" could be heard all the way to Larchmont. Few novels have stirred up so much critical controversy as Nabokov's account of a middle-aged psychopath's passion for a gum-chewing, teenage "nymphet" (TIME, Sept...
...promised the Blessed Lady that if God made me better, I'd never get on a stage again. I got better all right. And one night, a boy friend come around and took me to a club in Bucktown. When we got there, he told the bandleader, ooooh, could I sing. Well, it wasn't any stage, so I got up and sang Dardanella, and they paid me $25 a week." For years after that, in New York and Chicago, Lizzie was something of a favorite. Those were heady days, with the big gamblers at the ringside...
...last week. A sickle moon hung in the sky. From the upper windows came susurrous sounds, growing louder and louder, a whisper repeated a hundredfold, until finally the whole neighborhood rang and rang with the cries: "Isn't it wonderful! Peace! Peace! Peace! Ain't it wonderful! OOooh! Peace! Peace...