Word: poppa
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Rock with caveman Roll with caveman . . . Stalactite, stalagmite Hold your baby very tight Piltdown poppa sings this song Archaeologist done me wrong The British Museum's got my head Most unfortunate 'cause I ain't dead...
...Finally, four years ago, she persuaded a New Orleans disk jockey called Poppa Stoppa to put her on his program. Soon after that, she had singing jobs again, swept along by the huge current jazz boom. "I dug up my old antique gowns - crepe and satin -and my long beads and fancy combs and shoes with rhinestones on the heels." The Music Was Different. Today, billed as vocalist with the Scobey combo, Lizzie is playing some of the country's better-known jazz spots (including, last month, Chicago's Blue Note). Everywhere, she becomes the favorite as soon...
...score was tied 7-7 at half time. In the second half the Buckeye fans started singing the Ohio State song, which is Momma Loves Poppa. This haunting old college song sure did stir up those Ohio State players. Right away you could see them stiffen their backs and begin to bow their necks. I guess those State players got to .thinking that they didn't want to be hearing all winter how the Little Women had missed a trip to Los Angeles just because they weren't men enough to beat us Wolverines...
...Poppa Is All. Pennsylvania's governor-elect is a 6-ft, seventh-generation Pennsylvania Dutchman whose ancestors have been prosperous landowners and farmers in York County since the days of William Penn. His great-great-great-great-grandfather, Frederick Leader, was in the first contingent of troops from west of the Hudson to join George Washington's Continental Army. George Michael, the third of seven children, was born on the nourishing farm of his father, Guy Leader, three miles south of York. As with most Pennsylvania Dutch families, Patriarch Guy dominated the family circle, and George still...
...Revenge. At Army bases, hundreds pressed against the barbed-wire fences, waving MPCs and begging soldiers to sell them anything from bedsheets to underwear. Outside of Seoul's white-bricked PX, runny-nosed Korean shoeshine boys wailed far into the night: "Hey, G.I., no momma, no poppa, you catch my G.I. money okay? Don't be a sonavabitch...