Word: spitted
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...recognize as the melody if you can follow the chord sequence. 'George Brunics makes a background foundation on trombone, long, deep, throaty notes which you won't ever hear Tommy Dorsey play. Pee Wee Russell is playing clarinet obbligato, weaving a jerky, almost insane pattern of dissonant, spit-laden phrases, companying his efforts with facial contortions that make you fear for his blood-pressure. And all the time, the rhythm section led by George Wetting's drums and Eddic Condon's guitar, is giving the boys a wonderful beat to work around. It's the climax, now, and you think...
Papa Riggio's boss, American Tobacco's fabulous President George Washington Hill, smiled too. Ever since the famed Cremo anti-spit campaign had failed to turn the ebbing tide of the cigar business, his cigarmaking subsidiary, American Cigarette and Cigar Co., had been a headache. The Pall Mall cigaret, which A. C. & C. had put out in a 15? Americanized version in 1936, fizzled despite a costly advertising campaign. So Hill borrowed Frank Rig gio's idea. He lengthened Pall Mall to King size, kept Young & Rubicam, whom he had hired in 1938, to do the advertising...
Majestic Soprano Nellie Melba was once asked by an eager young man if she would sing at a Manhattan morning musicale. "Sing!" snapped Melba. "I can't even spit at 11 a.m." But sing she did, and a whopping fee she got. That was nearly 50 years ago. After Melba, other great and near-great musicians jostled one another to perform for the dowagers at Albert Morris Bagby's Musical Mornings. Last January, in the Grand Ballroom of the Waldorf-Astoria, the 50th year of "the Bagbys," the 429th concert reached its end. For the first time dapper...
...seal, caribou, tea, above all, raw frozen fish. They like rotten food even better (it is spicier) but there are few limits to what they will swallow. They eat enormously-50 lb. of meat per day for a family and its dogs-and belch and hawk and cough and spit continuously when indoors...
They had learned other things besides drill, spit and polish. Squatting, lying and kneeling on the ground while the wind bit through their padded range jackets, they had had a bellyful of instruction in the Marines' dearest specialty-marksmanship. Even the sergeants had had to admit (in private) that there they had done pretty well-90% of them had qualified on the pistol and automatic rifle ranges, 75% with the Springfield. Betweentimes, swathed in coveralls, they had hiked, practiced open-order fighting, strung barbed wire. In the late afternoons, after 45 minutes of football, baseball or boxing, they...