Word: songed
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Again & again he yearns for the "lost song" of the extinct Eskimo curlew, "a Mozart of the prairies," and all through the book he develops the idea that men cannot live happily and permanently on the planet except in "ecological" balance with "the wildlife." In many cases, he thinks, this balance can be restored only by drastic reduction of human population (100 million Americans would be about right). According to Vogt, medical men who keep people from dying, upset nature's balance; if more people died there would be more room for mountain lions...
There were good reasons for joining. In Russia the choicest careers are open only to members of the Communist Party (some 6,300,000), and the Komsomol is the recruiting ground of the party. A Komsomol song tells who can belong...
...jubilee, these were somewhat chilly and impersonal phrases, and it was perhaps significant that of all the songs written for the occasion, one of the most popular with the Komsomoltsy themselves was a sentimental little lyric entitled Farewell, Accordion Player. It records the unhappiness of the girls in the village on learning that their town's young musician is going off to study engineering: "That means you're not returning here . . . You'll work in a factory and forget our gay song." Everyone is silent for a moment, thinking. Then the young Komsomolets replies...
...curtain, its varnish glittering, followed by the arm, shoulder and figure of Josh White. And so it went throughout the evening--the guitar and music came first and Josh, the person, appeared only when the music stopped, to say a word or two or wipe his lips. With each song, the chords would sound first, loud and vigorous; then the words would rush in between the chords, pushed forward by the tapping of White's foot and the beat that filled the hall. Josh joined forces with each song, giving it to everybody to see and understand...
...songs he sang merited this treatment. Sometimes they were familiar, like the hard-driving "John Henry" or the insinuating "Water Cresses." Sometimes they were new pieces like "Lulu is a Lady." Halfway through the program, the hollow of his threat was glistening, for he was working hard, plucking handfuls of notes from his guitar and circling the hall with his voice. When he announced a song the audience knew, they picked it up with a murmur and relished it among themselves with a nod or smile. They came back at him with a verse if he asked for it. Singing...