Word: rolled
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Teen-agers who bristle to the defense of their rock-'n'-roll idols upon the slightest criticism from adults will doubtless be able to dream up some excuse for the deplorable antics of our latest good-will ambassador, Jerry Lee Lewis. I wonder how many of them, after reading your story, bothered to turn to the Education section and read how Pat Boone, a really good singer, can also win fame (and a degree, magna cum laude, from Columbia) and still be a nice guy with a spotless personal life...
...works, said the Prime Minister, Britain would be prepared to go further and "at the appropriate time . . . share the sovereignty of the island with her Greek and Turkish allies." Complicated as the plan was, it had certainly considered everyone's feelings. But within hours the rejections began to roll in. The nays were at least softer than anyone had dared hope after all the violence. In an artfully worded letter that was two days in the writing, exiled Greek Orthodox Archbishop Makarios, bearded leader of the Greek Cypriot movement for union with Greece, objected that the plan could constitutionally...
...hungry and sore-footed there are restaurants, a milk bar and an outdoor tea garden. There is a penny arcade with a rock-'n'-roll-playing jukebox for the Teddy Boy set, a maze, a miniature train and pony rides for the children. While the ladies can load up at the souvenir shop on bric-a-brac bearing the ducal coat of arms, the men can attend a peepshow called "Ten Beautiful Models in Color and 3-D." Finally, for the benefit of all, there is the duke himself, always around to greet his "guests," to pose...
...performed last week, it opened with a stark roll of drums followed by a saxophone drag that sent a line of twelve kids snaking around the stage and into a shoulder-shrugging, foot-dragging pantomime of exaggerated futility known as "The Slop." Deadpanned, stony-eyed, the dancers stalked the stage in chilling isolation, occasionally made wary, shoulder-grazing efforts to come together, then drifted off again into the kind of cool depths no adult can plumb. The audience sat solemn-faced, but greeted the final curtain with a roar of applause...
With Lombardy's best on display, a whole overlooked chapter of Italian art was reinserted into history. Milan could not muster the roll of masters that Venice and Florence boast, but it had its own great and distinctive charm. Summed up one Milanese critic: "It is not superb art, but it is never empty...