Word: songfulness
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Evidently the Reds don't even know how to be good liars; even if those Italians, about five thousands, were children, a few hundred fishermen and women could not have dislodged them from Bermeo; unless the Italians remembered their old song about the Basque girls and jumped into the sea just to please them. Here the translation of such a song...
...shirt sleeves leans out a window on the top floor or Widener just as a soft classical song has begun. The window squeaks, and some one shouts, "Get back in there, professor; you're wasting the university's money." The girls from Radcliffe, in suits of varied colors, with short socks and dirty white-and-black or tan-and-white shoes, giggle and look quickly around. Of course, it is a Harvard student, silly creature...
...last notes of a last Harvard song sweep out over the mass of pelicans, and with Yard cops bating their breaths a herd of students burst down the steps. There are a few cries of "Rinchart", the sound of moving bodies, and edging among the audience. The guy with a girl grabs here arm and carefully threads a path towards the gate. One hand lets fall a program, announcing a selection of songs that the Harvard Glee Club will sing to a species of people whom the Vagabond will watch as they watch him, this evening at seven o'clock...
Septimus Winner was a plain man who, on the side, wrote blank verse for which he had no talent, worried discreetly over his drunken father. He was also responsible for 200 texts on how to play instruments, 2,000 piano and violin arrangements. His brother Joseph determined to write song hits too, resoundingly succeeded once with Little Brown Jug, Don't I Love Thee. As Septimus was more prolific, so was his end more picturesque. On a fine November day in 1902 he attended the dedication of a new building for his alma mater, the old High School, shook...
Since Walt Whitman's Song of the Open Road many a U. S. writer has attempted a modern sequel to that ringing inventory of the U. S. scene. Bravest of these attempts have come from such contemporary novelists as John Dos Passos, Sherwood Anderson, Thomas Wolfe. To the lesser footnotes Novelist Nathan Asch (The Office, Pay Day) this week added his own modestly tentative, well-written account of what the U. S. means after a four-month bus trip...