Word: sodding
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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PHILADELPHIA, HERE I COME! The American immigrant experience is a tale oft told; but in this engaging drama, Irish Playwright Brian Friel offers a fascinating visit to the Ould Sod for a glimpse of the wrenching departure that precedes each expectant arrival...
...continents, locking up the gargle every day till 3 p.m., Mrs. Rae Jeffs got three books out of him before he died. One was Brendan Behan's New York, published in 1964, a love song to that city; one was Brendan Behan's Island-the Ould Sod, what else? And the third was this. In prying this one out of Behan, Mrs. Jeffs didn't have the half of a time. He talked it all into a tape recorder, she blushing the while, and when the gargle put him under before he could read what...
...Republic of Ireland grows more prosperous. In 1960 Ireland had virtually no strikes. Last year it had 89 major ones - trainmen quit running trains, gravediggers quit digging graves, and, no doubt with special enthusiasm, mailmen cut off all parcel-post traffic be tween the Ould Sod and England...
Although their diction ranges from the heavily eloquent ("What is the Badge of Courage? /It's sweat and blood and tears," and "Our toll is written in history's scroll / In bright, bright lines of red.") to the quasilyrical ("Lay the green sod oe'r me"), Sadler's words are united by the common theme of self-congratulation. Sometimes they approach the sickness of Teen Angel as in Trooper's Lament where, "As he fell through the night, / His 'chute all in flames, / A smile on his lips, / He cried out his girl's name," but generally these songs...
Died. Mari Susette Sandoz, 68, folklorist of the U.S. Great Plains; of cancer; in Manhattan. Though she lived and wrote in Greenwich Village for the past 20 years, Mari Sandoz knew much of the Plains firsthand, as a Nebraska sod-buster's daughter in the 1900s who had "seen the settler-cattlemen fights" and been wounded twice herself. In later years, she was forever "tearing around on horseback and climbing the Pecos," digging behind legends of Indian wars, gamblers and lawmen for the tales she wove into a score of chronicles (Old Jules, Slogum House) whose gritty realism never...