Word: staccatoed
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...staccato shots from the publicity mills last week came news dear to the hearts of the tabloids. In Long Beach, Calif., the commercially sponsored (e.g., Max Factor cosmetics, Catalina swimsuits) contest for Miss U.S.A.-presumably the prettiest unmarried woman in the country-was nearing its climax. Fifteen finalists stood out, having shown more good looks than their 29 sisters representing the beauty of their respective areas. Poured into white bathing suits, the girls swiveled decorously down a runway under the judges' fastened, clinical eyes. Then, with the pomp of a St. James's coronation, the winner was crowned...
...romp together uproariously. Knorke would race around the room, dive under Rosemarie's bed, scramble out the other side and leap into her arms. She found he was terribly ticklish over nearly all his body; even a slight tickling drove him into paroxysms of gorilla laughter, a rapid, staccato inhaling...
Some of the topics covered by McLellan were: the "blues," that aped the human voice; the rococo-like ragtime; the tension-relaxation principle of "swing," wonderfully illustrated by a piece called "Nobody Will Room With Me"; the small "spasm" or "skifflle" bands of home-made instruments; the staccato phrasing and polish of Bix Beiderbecke; Paul Whiteman, who "tried to make a lady out of jazz and wound up with a eunuch"; the wider tone colors and neo-jungle rhythms of Duke Ellington; the two-beat music of Jimmy Lunsford; Benny Goodman and the importance of his Fletcher Henderson arrangements...
...much more "right" in every respect is the staccato rhythm of Klee's ironically entitled Anchored, or the intensely Spanish tautness of Gris' Self Portrait...
...were flashes of the Duke's fine musicianship. Ozzie Bailey sang Pomegranate with a seductiveness that might have tempted Persephone herself to try more of the fateful seeds, and there was ingenuity in the insolent whines of Johnny Hodges' sax on Ballad of the Flying Saucers, the staccato bleats of Trumpeter Ray Nance on Hey, Buddy Bolden...