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Word: shouting (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1960-1969
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...many miraculous little things that happen during each performance," says Rose. "We play to one another in a sort of musical conversation." Says Stern: "Music is something to revel in - and when we play together we revel. I'm so proud of this trio I want to shout it from the housetops...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Chamber Music: The Revelers | 5/15/1964 | See Source »

...night, except perhaps from 6 a.m. to noon. Time magazine was probably not far off in its estimate that each boy would consume an average of nine cans of beer a day, and each girl three. (The slogan, according to Time: "When in doubt, drink and shout...

Author: By Sanford J. Ungar, | Title: Spring Weekend, Florida Style | 5/9/1964 | See Source »

...Before Governor Wallace's visit to Indiana University, reports came that one of his favorite devices was to stand before the audience, wave a copy of the civil rights bill and shout, "Do you see this bill? Have you read it? Do you know what it says?" With hardly any listeners having read the bill, he could then exclaim, "Well, I'll tell you what it says!" and proceed to distort the truth...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Letters: May 8, 1964 | 5/8/1964 | See Source »

...Woody Herman's resuscitated band is so good that not even the great "First Herd" that Herman organized during World War II could have matched it. The aggregation speaks in a shout (as a good band should), and the rhythm section that propels it-Bassist Chuck Andrus, Drummer Jake Hanna and Pianist Nat Pierce-has enough drive and distinction to make three-quarters of an excellent quartet. All 15 players are occasional soloists, and Woody, at 50, yields to their youth. "I just duck and get out of the way," he says. > Lionel Hampton, 50, has always been...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Jazz: Big-Band Renaissance | 3/27/1964 | See Source »

...shirtfront--ripping it and straining himself--and dragged me back into the interrogation room (there I noticed that the police escort had drawn guns on the other dozen or so prisoners and everyone seemed quite nervous). All this time the deputy had kept up a high pitch shout of "Yassuh, you sonovabitch! Yassuh, you black bastard! Say YASSUH!" Now he reached into his desk drawer and I perceived that pronouncing two syllables could save me a pistol whipping. The hell with it, I thought--"Yes sir." He stood there breathing heavily and looking down for a good minute... "Get away...

Author: By Claude Weaver, | Title: Letters From The Delta: Ole Miss As Police State | 3/13/1964 | See Source »

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