Word: roar
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...ROAR OF THE GREASEPAINT-THE SMELL OF THE CROWD (RCA Victor) An other cast album laden with a children's chorus, this time a ragged and nasal group called the Urchins, who keep piping up to accompany Anthony Newley's singing and Cyril Ritchard's musical declamations. But the score, by Newley and Leslie Bricusse, has some good tunes, among them Feeling Good, sung with feeling by Gilbert Price, and Who Can I Turn To, the hit of the show...
Ironically, the highway has bred an aggression no one expected. With the advent of modern transportation, the northeast's endemic bandit population switched from cattle rustling to highway robbery. The region's 30 holdup gangs now roar down the Friendship Highway in hot rods, pulling abreast of buses and firing shots across their bows, then relieving their passengers of cash and jewelry. Many of the bandits, according to Thai police, learned their holdup techniques by watching U.S. westerns on TV sets supplied to most villages for propaganda purposes...
...Roar of the Greasepaint-the Smell of the Crowd brings back Anthony Newley, the versatile book-song-mime-and-dance man of Stop the World, to belabor his favorite subject -what a raw deal the Little Man gets in this worst of all possible worlds. This time, Newley's ubiquitous underdog is called Cocky instead of Littlechap, though the aptest name for him would be Poppycocky...
...Chamber of Commerce at its annual meeting urged the U.S. to "open channels of communications with the people of Communist China." Last week the trade drive picked up speed in three European capitals. The U.S. opened its first trade show in Budapest amid the whir of computers and the roar of tractors; West Germany unveiled a $6,000,000 industrial display in Bucharest; and the Red Chinese showed up at the Paris Trade Fair with the biggest and best display of the 37 nations present...
...Chief's reply was something just louder than a roar: "Murders! You dimwit, murders...