Word: wail
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...large, the fellows who coach college crew are about as poor-mouthed as the coaches in any other sport. Say something nice about their boys and their eyes open wide in disbelief; the corners of their mouths curl down, and they launch into a wail about injuries and other miseries. Harvard's Harry Parker, 29, has only been varsity coach for three years. So he has a lot to learn. When experts say this year's Harvard eight is one of the best college crews in the history of the sport, Parker not only agrees but goes...
...draftees themselves were silent -even Arizona State's "Rick" Monday, who had better cause to wail than most. The word was that Kansas City was offering him $100,000 to sign. But Rick is only 19, and his season average was .396, with nine homers and 45 RBIs in 48 games this spring. That would have been worth at least $200,000 in the good old days. However, if the draft seems too cold, there is always the Peace Corps...
...roll singers attempting a pure "brown sound" today, the most successful are the Righteous Brothers and the Rolling Stones. The Righteous Brothers, a Mutt-and-Jeff pair of 24-year-old Californians, are referred to by Negro disk jockeys as "our blue-eyed soul brothers" for the spiraling gospel wail and hoarse growl they inject into songs like their bestselling Just Once in My Life. Their name, in fact, is derived from the Sunday-go-to-meetin' phrase: "Man, that was really righteous, brothers...
...moment there was silence. Then the first pathetic moans sounded from the wreckage. They became screams. Sirens began to wail in the distance. At last, people started to stumble from the embassy, blood streaming from their faces and arms, their hair glistening with blood and tiny shards of glass...
...Then the weeping bride takes leave of her parental home. Finally there is the wedding feast: an obliging married couple warms up the bridal bed into which the shy, self-conscious newlyweds are then tossed by the drinking, brawling guests. Through it all the four soloists and the chorus wail, lament, cry, shout. Timpani boom, cymbals clang, bells ring...