Word: songful
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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HAPPy days are HERE again! THUH skies aBOVE are CLEAR again! Let us SING a SONG of CHEER again! HAPPY DAYS ARE HERE AGAIN...
Convention Hall roars to the Democratic war song. Red-eyed delegates sing, shout, weep, laugh, wring hands, whale backs and jostle one another in the aisles. Spotlights swing dizzily around the vast room; the convention floor is a riotous sea of waving signs. BANG! BANG! BANG! Permanent Chairman Sam Rayburn thumps endlessly for order: "The sergeant at arms will clear the aisles." Finally, a hush falls. Rayburn smiles for the first time in precisely four years. "Members of the convention!" cries he. "It is my great pleasure to give you the NEXT PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA...
This year's concert was exemplary on all counts. The light pieces, such as the folk-song arrangements, were not trivial. The modern works showed effective vocal writing, especially Abraham Lincoln Walks at Midnight by Fenno Heath, conductor of the Yale Glee Club. The selections from Mozart's Zauberflote provided music which was almost so profound as to be out of place. And there were, of course, the football songs, about which any commentary would be superfluous, if not sacrilegious...
...year-old Diane Hartman (Birdwell calls her 22) in that white silk rig, he has concocted some accompanying ad copy to the effect that Hollywood is empty of female glamour-except, of course, for Diane, who is described thus: "An untamed animal who has learned the art of song, mastered the modern primitive dance. A 22-year-old nymphet free of fingerprints-a desirable but unattainable, unchained barefoot wench, uninvolved personally and professionally. Now-on the Hollywood block to the highest bidder...
...space, Huxley has this to say: "All our exuberant post-Sputnik talk is irrelevant and even nonsensical. So far as the masses of mankind are concerned, the coming time will not be the Space Age; it will be the Age of Over-population." In a parody of the old song, Huxley asks...