Word: trumpeteers
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Then M. Hamel spoke of the strength, the clarity, the beauty of the French language. The church clock struck twelve and a trumpet blast announced the return of the conquering Prussian troops from drill. M. Hamel could speak no more. He went to the blackboard and wrote in his largest hand: "VIVE LA FRANCE!" The last class was ended...
...Peremptorily Against." In order to clear the way for October's compulsory training, the Government prepared to register every person over 16 years of age. Registration begins this week. Last week a familiar trumpet of discord, Montreal's 51-year-old, 200-lb. Mayor Camillien Houde, came out against registration. Fiery, fancy French-Canadian Mayor Houde has no reverence for the Ottawa Government: in January 1939 he criticized the Federal Government's minuscule armament effort as "dangerous and leading to war. . . . What enemies have we?" He has no reverence for England: six months before...
...policy." Eicher's dissent overlooked the fact that Atlas sits on both sides of the table in Ogden Corp.; that, from a practical standpoint, the deal is largely bookkeeping. But he was cleaving to an abstract principle-the evils of debt-that the rest of SEC has trumpeted in the past, will doubtless trumpet again in other, less peculiar cases in the future...
...tough, profane, horny-handed labor boss is James Caesar ("Mussolini") Petrillo, head of the Chicago local of the American Federation of Musicians. The only instrument he ever played was the trumpet. But poorly as he played it, Petrillo's trump has sounded like Gabriel's to many an employer of musicians. No one has fought more fiercely than Petrillo against canned music in theatres, dance halls, on the radio. By forbidding men of his local to make records which might be broadcast, he led a successful nationwide fight to get more musicians employed by broadcasters. Grateful...
...residents on San Quentin Penitentiary... Heard Ovie Alston's band playing at an obscure ballroom a short time ago in New York, and they certainly, deserve better work. Most of the band being out of the old Claude Hopkins gang, they play fine stuff, especially the tenor man, first trumpet man Alston, and the second trumpet. Both the latter, by the way, have something unusual-clear easy tones and unhurried, subtle styles...