Word: seconder
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Harmon is the second sophomore to be chosen captain of a Harvard team for next year. During the winter, the swimmers elected Mike Cahalan, a freestyle sprinter, to lead them in he next season...
...second line--as the crowd people dancing behind a parade is called--had grown to maybe a thousand people. It was tremendous. There was a second line stretching for three blocks behind the band. It was just like the Mardi Gras. Above the head of the people, brightly decorated umbrellas began to appear. Some were very elaborate, with fine, plush layers of feathers on them. One had a big black doll dressed up like a carnival queen fastened to the top. Tassles, fringe, sequins. Green, bright yellow, and lavender were the dominant colors. One umbrella was deep red with black...
...snare drummer picked up a hot shuffle; the second line cheered and lept into motion. The band broke into a riotous number called "Joe Avery's Blues" and began to march down a narrow little brick street behind the French Quarter. This was a soul neighborhood, and the people were hanging out of their sagging window sills and doorways and sitting on front porches of little splintery wooden houses. Children ran out of the alleys and into the street. The old people smiled and nodded approvingly from their rocking chairs. Scruffy little barking dogs were running all around...
...taste" to cool off. Flasks, bottles, and beer cans were everywhere. Even young teenagers were sipping from foaming bottles held in one hand as they danced, head back, eyes closed. The dancing got looser and wilder and better. It went on like this for blocks and blocks, and the second line got bigger all the time. The musicians bounced along blasting out their roughest and raunchiest music, "Little Liza Jane," "Honky Tonk Town," "Shoutin' Blues." The numbers just kept coming. Battiste strutted sideways, holding his trumpet with one hand, a beer can in the other. Huge drops of sweat glistened...
...really was an everyday occurrence. Run your tail out of the way of the man with the gun, make sure he's not coming after you, then go on about your business. Today, their business was music, dancing and good times, and they went rolling right on. The second line reformed. They shouted, they danced, they bumped and ground. The trumpets blared, the clarinet soared, the bass drum throbbed, the trombones moaned. All like human voices--fine, rich human voices, singing out their eternal song of life and death as they marched on down the narrow brick street