Word: rhythm
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...their noise has jarred through the brains of the townsmen, mingling its drowsiness with the reveries of sleepyheads until that jargoning has become part of the normal somnolence of the place, part of the indistinguishable murmur of the summer countryside, the wash of the salt air and the brooding rhythm of the distant sound...
Beauty lives in speed-the rhythm of a piece of sculpture; the style of a racing thoroughbred; the bright, scrupulous cruelty of an accomplished boxer. It has been proved a thousand times that neither this speed nor the grace that is its afterglow has much to do with efficiency-that the clumsy nag can often travel fastest, the hardest hitter win-but men persist in betting on good form. This was illustrated one damp evening last spring in a Manhattan boxing ring (TIME, June...
...occasional privilege of bringing home his cemetery left. The referee's decision was unpopular. "A champion is ut," McTigue's followers queried, "that ham an'egger?" They were consoled only because they had seen, in a preliminary bout, a light-heavyweight boxer whose speed and rhythm surpassed anything in the memory of some, and set others thinking of Fitzsimmons and Wolgast. For him-James Slattery of Buffalo- sports writers flatly prophesied the world's heavyweight championship. "And when he meets Berlenbach . . ." said McTigue's adherents later that evening, fortifying themselves against the dampness and their...
...hobby: words. In his spare moments he would seize the Webster dictionary which crowned his desk and therein peruse definitions which he compared with those of the lexicographer, Worcester. This habit bred the rhythm in his conversation "Now Webster says . . . but Worcester maintains...
...Esmeralda?that the orchestra played, apache dance of children's parties, to whose rhythm plump little girls have danced with skinny little boys through generations of summer afternoons while pink palms grew moist and socks crept slowly down to form a wad at the heels of minute dancing slippers? Not at all. The dance was the odious "Charleston," condemned by all dancing masters last year, now adopted in deference to popular taste, after vast modifications. No flourish of trumpets attends its innocent pattern. Dancing masters stand up straight; they do not lift their toes from the floor, or walked pigeontoed...