Word: rasping
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...pine-hemmed camp site overlooking northern California's Lake Shasta was cool and quiet, and the C. V. Cadwalla-ders, camped out there, had nothing more on their minds than a restful lunch. Then came a rising sound of motor traffic, a cloud of dust, the rasp of gravel on rubber as four automobiles slid to a stop near by. From the lead car bounded a bulky, shirtsleeved figure who plunged through the manzanita bush like a startled bull moose, thrust a hand at Mr. Cadwallader, announced simply: "I'm Senator Knowland." After five minutes of picture taking...
...sizzling swing concert in Britain 23 years ago, Trumpeter Louis ("Satchmo") Armstrong recalls, he interrupted himself to roll his eyes toward a royal box and rasp: "This one's for you. Rex!" Rex, better known as King George V, was jolted but amused, despite the protocol that bars entertainers from referring to royalty in the audience-let alone addressing them directly. Last week, cavalier as ever about protocol, Satchmo did it again. Beaming at a $3.50 orchestra seat in London's cavernous Empress Hall, Armstrong growled: "Now we are going to jump one for one of our special...
...alleged domination by U.S. capital of Canadian industry and national resources . . . is being discussed emotionally," Stuart said. "Those who raise it do not appear to be seeking a solution but rather the creation of an issue [to arouse] a maximum of suspicion and rasp the pride and self-respect of any Canadian...
...suit of olive drab is popularly supposed to turn U.S. comrades in arms into brothers under the skin. That it frequently does nothing of the sort gives Novelist Joe David (Stars in My Crown) Brown the chance to mount a kind of two-front war novel in which the rasp of conflicting personalities can be heard above the whine of shells. The psychological combat in Kings Go Forth is sometimes emotionally blurred, though deeply felt, but the scenes of military combat flare across the pages as vividly as tracers stabbing the night...
Fernando Corena, as Don Pasquale, entered wearing a vivid green apron, for the Met staging makes him a passionate amateur gardener; he sang in a deeply resonant style that may ultimately restore their proper musical qualities to comic basso roles, long lost in mere boom-and-rasp renditions. Tenor Cesare Valletti sang with the sweetness and eloquence of a low-pressure Caruso. Pretty Coloratura Peters was expertly coquettish. Using her voice almost as if it were a tangible object, she tossed a trill to port, another to starboard, a third dead amidships of the great opera house...