Word: singed
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...musicians swung into "Sugar Rose." Fats squealed with delight. "Git ready fo' de jam now!" The boys got ready, and went into a wild jumble of hot rhythm. A clarinet player popped up somewhere and made his instrument screech an improvised sing-song. Fats, his tremendous bulk bobbing in time, shouted hoarse encouragement to his boys. With a final, incomprehensible flourish by the saxes, the jammin' stopped. "Dose cats can take yo' socks right off yo' shoes," gasped Fats...
Something to Sing About (Grand National) is nothing to make a song about, but it returns two-fisted Cinemactor James Cagney to his theatrical nonage of 1924, when he was just one of the boys tapping routines in vaudeville. Though still unable to startle the dance world, he does unveil a new, more versatile Cagney. As Terry Rooney, Manhattan band leader, he is called to Hollywood for the great opportunity. He leaves his girl, Rita (Evelyn Daw), to wait until he has demonstrated once more how a star is born. Studio specialists on clothes, coiffure, and voice view him with...
...Have ya got any ink?" "God! Did you ever have to write so much!" "Is this what those exams here are like?" "What a noise that bell makes." "Would you like to pay this $5 now?" "Brother, if I had $3 now, I'd stand right up there and sing...
Invited to dinner by Mabel Dodge, Tony told her he could make himself invisible, and that the fire in her grate was a good friend of his. Thereafter Tony brought other Indians to dance and sing at Mabel Dodge's tea parties, became her expert on Indian affairs. Visiting daily at Tony's house, Mabel taught knitting to his beautiful, fastidious wife, who (unlike other Taos Indian women) "had a slightly malicious, sharp humor, but not real warmth." An imitation of Tony's poker-faced expression proved valuable to Mabel when she returned from these visits...
...little city that has now become the capital of Rightist Spain, had an ancient tradition. When final examinations were over the graduating class filed into the ornate, golden-brown sandstone Cathedral. Those who had failed were passed out through a side door, those who had passed remained to sing a Te Deum. If the leading man of each class had made really excellent marks, he had the additional right of painting his name and an intricate monogram of the word VICTOR in hot bull's blood on the walls of the Cathedral or any of the university buildings...