Word: rhythm
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Betty Lee's heart kept its steady rhythm; the procaine had done its work. The operation was over in an hour and 35 minutes. The third day the patient sat up in bed; on the fourth, she was walking. By the fifth day her venous blood pressure, almost three times normal before the operation, was within the upper limits of normal. Her abdominal swelling was gone, her color was good, and she joked with visitors...
...somewhat naked one at that. Entrance to Music A--the basic course in theory--is blocked by so many prerequisites that it is virtually impossible for most non-concentrators to take the course. The prerequisites require students to pass a test involving sense of pitch and rhythm, and to display pianistic ability, both in playing easy pieces and in sight-reading. Although the degree of proficiency required is small, it is nonetheless prohibitive to the beginner. Furthermore, music theory is the only field in the College from which the non-concentrating amateur is virtually excluded...
...advice to drama critics (TIME, March 25, 1946), Critic Shaw was all sympathy: "Somewhere in the middle of rehearsals [the authors†] discovered they wished to rewrite the script almost entirely." But "the theater today has . . . the quality of a conveyor belt [which] moves in an inexorable rhythm toward the set moment at which the finished product must be taken off the line and sold. This may be all very well for an automobile...
...place . . . with giant steam-hammers, powerful forging presses, forging machines. . . . Pounding, pushing, squeezing white-hot steel. ... A forge . . . rattles the windows in buildings for blocks around. It is hot and dirty and it is noisy. It has a smell of heat and sweat and burning gases. . . . The rhythm of production you understand because you do it, you see it, you feel...
Some of the Negro congregation began to murmur the words of the hymn the choir was singing, "How sweet it is to know Him, Jesus Christ divine." Slowly choir and congregation began to sway and clap and stomp to the rhythm. People in the audience jiggled and jounced up & down shouting "Oh Lord, tell a story!" A mother pushed her child from her lap, crying "Oh Jesus, I'll fly away...