Word: stooling
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Chapter & Verse. Once a week, over WNBQ in Chicago, tall, hollow-cheeked Ken Nordine recites poetry to a late evening audience. Perched on a stool, with a stepladder full of books beside him, the 34-year-old lowan reads earnestly in a subdued, husky voice, glancing from page to camera like a casual host reading to guests in his library. What distinguishes Nordine's shows from others like it is the flashing telephone by his side. He has adapted the disk jockey's request-format for poetry and made it work. When he finishes a poem, he picks...
...will not!" raged Pat. "I'll walk out first." The day was saved by Orhan Eralp, director general of Turkey's Foreign Ministry, who has been acting as President Bayar's interpreter. Eralp offered McCarran his seat, at Bayar's side, and perched on a stool behind the President. Pat agreed to stay. After the dinner President Bayar offered Mayor Baker his thanks and sympathies. Through the displaced interpreter, he said: "We overlook such little things...
...Rico in Little Caesar, Robinson's character is less fragrant. But he is not devoid of a certain fatuous charm: his sentimental inability to knock off a stool pegeon of long acquaintance proves his undoing, thus leaving us a foul moral lesson that somehow cluded the censors...
...seventeen he first began to roam; he come way out to Texas a cowboy fur to be, and a kinder-hearted feller you'd seldom ever see." Kind-hearted or not, Bass was laid for by the citizens of Round Rock, who had been warned by a stool pigeon of his intentions. Mortally wounded, Bass died two days later. The jail, a null affair built of heavy timbers, was forthwith erected, since crime was obviously getting to be a problem. But after 73 years of waiting for more gunfire. Round Rock decided that Sam's visit had been...
Strictly Business. Perched on his high stool at rehearsals, Conductor Reiner is strictly business. In quiet passages the tip of his baton ticks off the beat with the precision of a stop watch, in fortissimo it slashes the air like a rapier. When a phrase is not up to snuff, he raps sharply for silence, speaks quietly but in a no-nonsense tone, e.g., "I would suggest you play that adagio." When he is pleased, he warms the players' spirits with quick nods of approval...