Word: throbs
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...pews are gone, and in place of the organ there is a glass-fronted control room which bristles with switches, plugs and dials. Instead of such rousing hymns as Onward! Christian Soldiers and Stand Up, Stand Up for Jesus, the old building resounded this week to the throb of a popular-music combo. And near the spot where a vested minister once stood at sermon time, a perky blonde in her stocking feet poised herself before a microphone and sang a little number about a fellow who wouldn't take his hand off her knee...
Listen for the Throb. At Columbia, the A & R man is spade-bearded, sagacious Mitchell William (Mitch) Miller (TIME Aug. 20, 1951), a long-hair (Eastman School) who for the last two years has guided his label to the No. 1 position among pop-record producers. Once a week he throws open the doors of his audition room in the hope of hearing a tune that is "right" for one of his stable of singers-Johnnie Ray (Cry), Jimmy Boyd (I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus), Frankie Lame (High Noon). Jo Stafford (Jambalaya), or Clooney. In four or five hours...
Worst of all is the unending throb of political oratory. Senator Taft confided that he was getting awfully tired of the sound of his own voice, reciting the same speeches day after day. But each time he tries to redraft his principal speech ("The Speech," as accompanying newsmen call it), he finds he has missed or obscured important points, so he reverts to the same old texts. Even so, he said, "I have to change them sometimes, because I can't stand them myself...
Nell brought to the feverish, pale-blooded court of Charles a throb of natural England. The tales of her fishwife eloquence in high places made her-in a phrase that was intended as an epithet but became an accolade-"the darling strumpet of the crowd." Once, for instance, she was so proud of her new petticoats that right in the presence of the French ambassador, she lifted them one by one. In line of duty, the Frenchman sat down and wrote a report to his foreign minister back home: "I never in all my life saw such thorough cleanliness, neatness...
Today the remarkable fact is that Western Germany is pouring out more goods of all kinds than in 1938, the peak year of Göring's arms drive. From the Baltic shores to the rolling green hills of Bavaria, there is a throb and a hum. On the wide, sweeping autobahns there are more cars than ever before in German history. Building of houses is up to America's boom-time rate. Once shattered and chilled by Allied bombs, the Ruhr's blast furnaces this week were hot and glowing, reddening the night sky with...