Word: tunefully
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...title poem of her new volume is a narrative, in couplets of prodigious tune and cacophony, of a crow whose beak was shot away by an Indian arrow. So marvelously could he then sing that universal applause shook the marshlands. The scrub oaks roared, the cattails clicked, The bumblebees lay down and kicked. A council of crows sat to hear the amazing music and departed mystified, all but a nunlike raven, who found the beakless Caruso and adored...
...visit to her photographer's studio, the radio craze, furnish young Miss Crane with themes for her quaint, circumloquacious cadenzas. She puts pinions on tortoises and sapphires in the eyes of moles. She writes a "Ballad of Valley Forge," and a fine ballad it is, to the tune of "The Eagles They Fly High in Mobile, in Mobile" (or "Drink Her Down"). And sometimes she contemplates the purely inane, just for fun- The ritual and the microtome...
...become intrigued by a little jazz gadget which one of the correspondents had produced and was using with considerable musical effect. I think its name is 'gassoon.' It is a small aluminum instrument, about five inches long, into the mouth of which one hums the tune, with a result rather like the sound of humming through a paper-covered hair-comb. The correspondent removed the instrument from his mouth, wiped it on his sleeve and gave it to the Prince to inspect. H. R. H. promptly placed it in his own mouth and commenced practising upon...
...there occurred a lull-like the uncomfortable pause in a conversation at a dinner-party where the guests are not quite sure of their ground. The eyes of H. R. H. gleamed impishly: he raised the gassoon to his lips again, expanded his cheeks and commenced to play another tune. ... It was one which had been sung to the Prince half a dozen times a day during the whole tour. It was 'God Bless the Prince of Wales...
...invest. They repeat with awe the statement that he has never lost a penny for himself or anyone else, and that he still has the first shilling he made when he worked for Editor Bowles. That he likes music there can be no doubt, but some say that the tune he likes best is the mysterious and wintry drumbeat to which his life, never missing a step, has marched upstairs...