Word: tuneless
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Last week the tuneless terror blew into Hollywood with a $35,000, ten-week contract to make his first movie, Hound Dog Man. In the tradition of his trade, screaming hordes of bobby-soxers were on hand to greet him at the airport (where they broke a car window and almost put out one of his eyes) and at a concert in the Hollywood Palladium. All of this leaves Bob Marcucci, 29, feeling like a waxworks Pygmalion, but without worries about the future. When Fabian grows old-18 or 19, that is-he will still have the movies...
...vigorous new conga-style dance number called The Bunny Hop, in which every verse ends with "Hop! Hop! Hop!" For Anthony, it all started last spring, when he heard that the Coke set of San Francisco's Balboa High School had worked up the dance. Anthony contrived a tuneless tune, recorded it (for Capitol), ordered a batch of fuzzy bunny ears to give a touch of costume and started plugging song & dance across the U.S. In cooperation with parents, who regard the dance as relatively sedate, if energetic, disk jockeys and Capitol press-agents have built The Bunny...
...emerge from the murk and chaos and leap up on the stage of human affairs." His stage was the toughest strip of the Sydney waterfront. He organized a wharf laborers' union. Hobo life had given him chronic dyspepsia and affected his hearing, but he discovered a powerful voice, tuneless, yet penetrating enough, as he himself said, "to peel the bark off a gum tree," or "galvanize ten dead bullocks to a trot." A gnomelike figure (5 ft. tall, under 100 lbs.), among the muscular wharf lumpers he was said to be "too deaf to listen to reason, too loud...
...After years of listening to a tuneless whistling sound his wife made whenever she wished to taunt him, Emile Scheermaeker. a 52-year-old Woonsocket. R.I. machinist, could stand no more. Raging like a wild beast, he smashed her head with a clawhammer, ran the bathtub full of water, and held her under until he was sure that she was dead...
...moments he is appalled to think that he has renounced all the normal benefits and joys of life; in others, he feels so proud of his role as defender-of-the-faith that he scorns the city as a place of "streets in the rain . . . plaster statues . . . damp barracks, tuneless bells, tired and misshapen faces, endless afternoons, dirty dusty ceilings...