Word: sadnesses
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...four minutes after play resumed, the Crimson had extended its lead to 17 points sad it became obvious that one of the greatest triumphs in the 63-year history of Harvard Basketball was imminent...
Some scholars hear in fados "the sweet crying" of African slave songs or Gregorian chants. By the 18th century, Portuguese sailors were singing the sad songs to prostitutes, who sang them to aristocrats and other opinion makers. The first great fadista was Maria Severa, a gypsy prostitute who sang in a low-life casa do fado in the 1830s. She devoted her 26 dissolute years to bed and bullfights, wine and fado, and her legend is so much with the Portuguese that fadistas still wear black shawls in mourning...
...almost universally held notion that women-or at any rate, ladies-did not enjoy sex. One eminent doctor said it was a "foul aspersion" on women to say they did. The celebrated 2nd century Physician Galen was (and is) often incompletely quoted to the effect that "every animal is sad after coitus." Actually, as Kinsey pointed out, he had added the qualification, "except the human female and the rooster." Siding with Galen, women claimed not only the right to work and to vote, but the even more important right to pleasure...
Died. Jack ("Big Gate") Teagarden, 58, jazzman somewhere close to "Chicago," between Dixieland and swing, one of the great trombonists of all time, a lumbering Texan famed since the late 1920s for his staccato, yet melodic instrumental style and a sad, reedy singing voice that made classics of songs of the period (Basin Street Blues), new favorites of old standbys (The St. James Infirmary); of pneumonia and cirrhosis of the liver; in New Orleans...
Powers of Bitchery. As Elizabeth Bowen's new novel (her first since 1955) opens, the little girls have become sad-eyed, sixtyish English gentlewomen. Dicey is now Dinah Delacroix, a handsome if slightly dotty widow who lives on her Somerset estate in equivocal intimacy with a cross-eyed, 19-year-old Maltese manservant. Remembering the buried treasure chest, she rounds up her long-lost friends and informs them that it is time to dig up the box and rediscover their old happiness...