Word: shriekingly
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Quiet Village (Martin Denny Group; Liberty). A smoothly arranged fancy with the theme laid down in beguine tempo by Pianist Denny, and bongo color provided by Hawaiian Percussionist Augie Colon, who is inclined to caterwaul like a turkey buzzard., croak like a frog, or shriek like a cheetah. Blended with Buddhist bells, Burmese cymbals and the West Indian guiro, these noises so far this year have helped sell 60,000 Denny albums, all labeled like bargain-counter perfumes -Exotica, Hypnotique, Afro-Desia...
...burglary . . .'' Many in the audience wept; some doubted. One challenged: "Are you the embodiment of Christ?" Replied Krishna: "I cannot lie to you to please you. I must tell the truth in the sight of God. I am the Son of God." With that, a wild female shriek rang through the hall: "I knew...
...reluctant to take over Jordan because he would then be burdened by half a million Palestine refugees as well as by the economic load now borne by the U.S. They point out that Nasser recently shut down the "Jordan People's Radio." which from neighboring Syria used to shriek daily for Hussein's assassination. But the revolution in neighboring Iraq showed that those who rise in Nasser's flame often act in ways he may not have intended: a man who sows trouble so indiscriminately reaps some wild harvests...
...possible. The hundreds of foreign visitors who met him over the years found him reasonable, courteous, smiling, earnest, the sort of young man who listens to learn. There he sat, charming, soft-voiced and plausible in his little Cairo office with the eight telephones. Whatever his radios might shriek, he was one Arab leader who could even talk quietly about Israel...
...beginning of the future is mirrored here, for rising in that ancient, sandy patch is an orchestration of new sounds hammered out by an instrumentation unknown anywhere else in the free world. The solo tone of an old-fashioned foghorn is overcome by the shriek of liquid oxygen as it pours under high pressure through valves and pipes. Clanging chords of hammer on steel, the humming sostenuto of machinery, the blip-blip rhythms bouncing onto radar screens from a network of grotesque antennas-the counterpoint races on in time to a thousand clocks, paced by thousands of hard-hatted...