Word: swing
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Having fashioned a maul to viscerate the vicious viper Evolution (TIME, Apr. 6), the state of Tennessee, last week, rolled up it's sleeves for a trial swing. The viper was placed in a convenient viscerating position by one George W. Rappleyea, business man, who complained that one J. T. Scopes, Science teacher in the Rhea High School (Dayton), had "taught Evolution." The charge particularized that Teacher...
...only three play golf as every able man sensibly expects to. Last week, the handicap figures of Great Britain were issued. Three golfers were listed at scratch-Roger Wethered, Sir Ernest Holderness, Cyril J. H. Tolley. The first is lean, composed, frosty. His wrists are steel springs ; his swing is the crack of a quirt. The second, gloomy, nervous, plays with the air of a martyr being tortured for his faith, has twice won the amateur championship. The immense shoulders, the full-moon face, the stocky legs of the third*, haunt the dreams of the many U. S. golfers...
...dramatists dared to present that fanciful and fantastic caricature of American life which we find for example in the dream scenes of "The Beggar on Horseback" or "The Crime in the Whistler Room". But in "Processional" and "The Moon is a Gong" the frenzied nightmare is in full swing through the waking moments of the whole play. It is the same transition which we find in Eugene O'Neill. The expressionism which had appeared in the terror-striken visions and "ha'nts" of "Emperor Jones" has come to permiate the entire play in "The Hairy Ape" till we see everything...
...most recent crime was committed at Paterson, N. J., last fall, when a strike of silk-workers in that municipality was in full swing. The strikers invited Mr. Baldwin to address them in their hall. Chief of Police Tracey vetoed the invitation, closed the hall. Undaunted, Mr. Baldwin-whose headquarters are the American Civil Liberties Union, Manhattan-came to town, marched with speechless strikers to the City Hall. "Go for 'em! Break 'em up!" cried a lusty policeman. "I am reading the Bill of Rights"* was all a striker could utter before a police sergeant shoved him from...
...barrelhouse fist. The cadence of the cakewalk, wild plantation revels, darktown strutters' balls; the frenetic hallelujahs of jubilee revivals where hundreds of Negroes, drunk with ecstasy, wash in the blood of the Lamb, the shifting, subtle rhythms of such spirituals as All God's Chillun Got Wings and Swing Low, Sweet Chariot, all are part of that Dark Music. Mississippi roustabouts, limber blackamoors on sunbaked levees hummed it, strummed it; prancing shadows in the Vieux Carré of New Orleans heard it and humped themselves, their feet running wild...