Word: phonographically
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Thanks to movies, phonograph, radio and missionary, the world's primitive music is fast dying. Long ago Hawaiian guitar and ukulele tunes were corrupted by the harmonies of the missionary hymn. Elsewhere cowboy ditties and last year's swing hits on battered records have influenced, if not supplanted, the authentic aboriginal hotcha. So the Fahnestocks, who began sailing the South Seas seven years ago, resolved to catch some native music before it got G-stringed...
...merits many more admirers than it could claim in 1935, it has remained an esoteric secret to the average radio listener and record buyer who thrills to the superficialities of the popular dance-bands and their pretty ballads or noisy killer-dillers. Over a hundred million phonograph records are being sold this year; yet how many of them are bought and forgotten within a month...
...very simple. The notes of reveilles, or technically speaking, of "first call", blasted the night air at 5:40, but not the notes of a bugle. The Army has gone modern. The sergeant whose job it was to serve as bugler simply turned over in bed and started a phonograph which played the bugle calls over a public address system. The phonograph also had a large collection of popular songs, and it was not an unusual occurrence a few seconds after reveille for the stirring military notes of "The Booglie Wooglie Piggy" to sound forth...
Smartest users of music to make political points are the Almanac Singers, four young men who roam around the country in a $150 Buick and fight the class war with ballads and guitars. Their recorded collection Songs for John Doe, ably hewed to the then Moscow line, neatly phonograph-needled J. P. Morgan, E. I. du Pont de Nemours and particularly war (TIME, June 16). The three discs of Talking Union, on sale last week under the Keynote label, lay off the isolationist business now that the Russians are laying it on the Germans...
...decided that everything that happened to the Grand Duchy during World War II should be witnessed by disinterested observers. His witnesses were correspondents. He invited them in, expedited their visas, got them interviews and a look at a salient of the onetime Western Front, entertained them with cocktails and phonograph recordings of such Americana as Floradora and Bert Williams' You Can't Do Nothin' Till Martin Gits Here. When the Germans rehearsed their invasion of Luxembourg a few days before the act, Bob Casey (Chicago Daily News) put the story on the wires...