Word: staccatos
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...last week, art scholars and critics from all over the world were waiting. Through a tiny oaken door stepped a frail, bearded little man, Bernhard Berenson, the world's greatest authority on Italian Renaissance art. Bobbing and nodding his white beard to the ovation, he hurried, with staccato steps, to the center of a long table. There, Italy's Minister of Education Guido Gonella presented him with two bronze medals, one four centuries old, the other struck especially in his honor. After the minister's speech, cheers broke out anew; and "Il Bibi," clutching his gifts...
...hues of nature, pre-Renaissance and Eastern artists used the clearest colors they could find, combining them in arbitrary and surprising harmonies. They elided, exaggerated, twisted, destroyed, repeated and transposed the contours of real objects in order to draw lines with an integrated life and rhythm of their own-staccato in Byzantine mosaics and stained glass, sinuous in Chinese brush drawings, Japanese prints, Persian miniatures and Turkish rugs...
...Staccato Flaps. When his handler released him, John Kehoe's grey tore across the pit, neck-feathers up. His onrushing enemy was a powerful red rooster equipped, like the grey, with needle-sharp, steel gaffs that man had added to his natural weapons. (U.S. cockfighters consider themselves more humane than Latin Americans, who use razor-edge "slashers.") The cocks hit each other almost two feet off the ground, in a staccato flap of wings. Every few minutes, handlers separated the cocks, sponged blood from their heads. Above the excited hubbub rose a woman's flat drawl: "Come...
...Three staccato shots startled the sleepy residents of Wade's Hill Road in London's Southgate district. The listeners, and all London, were even more startled to learn that the gunfire had killed unarmed* Police Constable Nat Edgar-the first bobby to be shot in metropolitan London in 26 years...
Last week Muggsy closed his baggy eyes and rolled around low in Royal Garden Blues, with the sharp, brittle staccato that identifies all "Chicago brass." (Once when a name bandleader asked him to play high, Muggsy growled: "Aw, go get a piccolo player.") Explained one jazz fan: "Muggsy's from the South Side. He plays best at home...