Word: tins
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Last week, after signing the confession, Knobloch returned to his cell, became hysterical, ripped apart a tin can and nicked his left wrist artery, then beat on the wall, screaming: "Help me! I don't want to die!" Knobloch would not die. At the most, he might get 15 years for kidnaping. But what of Dr. Linse? Five stiff U.S. notes of protest had brought only Red shrugs. The Reds had Dr. Linse and the West had only a stupid, repentant, petty criminal named Kurt Knobloch...
...imported some from Italy, Sweden and England to launch a new album series, Around the World in Jazz (3 LPs). As might be expected, the Roman New Orleans Jazz Band sticks to Dixieland, noodles around happily with such authentic material as Muskrat Ramble, St. James Infirmary and Tin Roof Blues. Stockholm's Arne Domnerus and Orchestra take a page out of Charlie Parker's bop book. Two English bands play in the old razzle-dazzle style of Ted Lewis. Chief merit of all three importations: enthusiasm...
When Thompson died at 48 (in 1907, of tuberculosis), his sole belongings were "a few old pipes and old pens lying in a tin lid" and a nondescript collection of clippings from the Daily Mail (e.g., "Mikado Airs on Japanese Warship-Amusing Scenes"; "The Milk Peril, What Hinders Reform"). But by then, thanks in good part to Editor Meynell (who lived on until 1948), he stood second only to William Butler Yeats as the foremost lyricist...
Hard Knocks. Gwilym (Welsh for William) Price has been shaped by hard work and ambition. The shaping began in the hard-scrabbling mine and mill town of Cannonsburg, Pa., where his father, Welsh-born John Llewellyn Price, worked as a roller in a tin mill when he wasn't striking for the old Amalgamated Association of Iron, Steel and Tin Workers. When the men were out, the cupboard was bare, and Bill Price early began piecing out the family income by running errands and clerking nights in a store. At 16, when his father died suddenly, Bill...
Today the key plugger is a suede-shod salesman with a Windsor-knotted tie who goes by the Tin Pan Alley title of "professional manager." His job is to convince record manufacturers that his publisher's song is headed for the bestseller lists. There is plenty of music for record men to choose from; after a weary week of listening, they are ready to believe that every third person in the U.S. is a would-be tunesmith. But since the only way to be sure of not missing a hit is to listen to everything, most companies assign experts...