Word: valleyful
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...clearly tonight. At first she was properly rejoicing, and later, intensely sorrowful. Neither her joy nor her grief were so effectively portrayed by her colleagues. Robert Gartside has sacrificed the excitement in his tenor voice for some fine control and smoothness. The former commodity is indispensable, however, in "Every valley shall be exalted," a pretty momentous prediction, after all. Few people expect to be disappointed in Paul Tibbetts; too many had reason to regret his lack of warmth last night. Katherine Griffith, the soprano, who stepped in at the last minute, overcame her handicap with credit in "I know that...
...pilot by flying a 6-25 bomber on a 25-minute hop. He was still going strong, still finding the country wonderful, still looking, forward, with no perceptible glazing of the eyes, to visiting the Grand Canyon, Hoover Dam, Las Vegas, Phoenix, San Diego, Los Angeles, and Sun Valley, Idaho...
...Call. Lilienthal's old enemies were jubilant. Cried Tennessee's aged Senator Kenneth McKellar, who had badgered Lilienthal ever since his days with the Tennessee Valley Authority: "The country is better off.", But Illinois' Senator Paul Douglas declared that David Lilienthal was a "great public servant" who deserved to know that "the great mass of Americans recognize the splendid work he has done." In a letter of unusual warmth and appreciation to "Dear Dave," President Harry Truman agreed. "Reluctantly and with the utmost regret," he accepted the resignation, but with the understanding that Lilienthal would still...
...name Roosevelt means something. The people here will fill a ballpark to see a Roosevelt-or a Clark Gable or a Lana Turner, of a Frankenstein. But they won't vote for them." Most of the Truman professionals preferred California's E. George Luckey, the swashbuckling Imperial Valley cattleman who had been widely advertised as President Truman's favorite California Democrat...
After a weekend at Las Vegas, Nev., Songwriters Johnny Lange, Walter Henry ("Hy") Heath and Fred Glickman were driving back to Hollywood, and getting what enjoyment they could from the desert scenery. On their way through Death Valley they spotted an occasional prospector trudging along beside his burro. "Nobody said anything at first," recalls dark-eyed Johnny Lange, "but then it occurred to us, like spontaneous combustion, you might say, that here was an idea for a song." They forgot the scenery, worked out words & music before they hit Hollywood. Glickman, who owns a small recording company, made a master...