Word: whispers
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...District Judge Harry C. Westover threw out of his Los Angeles court last week a $3,000,000 countersuit by Harrison charging California's attorney general with suppression and censorship for warning dealers and distributors that they might be prosecuted for handling Confidential and its gutter-sister Whisper. And in the first libel suit that has yet included Confidential's 3,000 California distributors as well as the magazine, Screen Star Maureen (The Quiet Man) O'Hara asked for $1,000,000 in damages for a March story that claimed she once picked row 35 of Hollywood...
...Faint Whisper. The telescope is the baby of Dr. Alfred Charles Bernard Lovell, professor of radio astronomy at the University of Manchester. It was designed by Henry Charles Husband, and its cost (more than $2,000,000) was paid by the Nuffield Foundation and Britain's Department of Scientific and Industrial Research. Leading British companies vied to make the telescope as nearly perfect as possible. They succeeded so well that its moving parts (total weight 2,000 tons) sweep the great bowl across the sky as smoothly and inevitably as if the earth were moving...
...Whisper. There were, in fact, many gasps and a few shudders when Brownell became Attorney General. He was a professional politician entering a Justice Department already reeking and rocking from too many professional politicians. Brownell had been the strategist for the presidential campaigns of Tom Dewey and Dwight Eisenhower; he was the hotel-suite mastermind who liked to note that he had never spent so much as a night on a campaign train. Politician Brownell was treated like one of the boys when he came up for confirmation by the politicians of the U.S. Senate. They went through the motions...
...piece itself seemed to ramble like a sun-warmed cow through sprawling masses of musical foliage. Piatigorsky's playing of it was a marvel of taste and tone. Under his sensitive hands, the cello sang like a deep-throated bell, soared melodically, sank to a velvety whisper; in the more rhapsodic passages it seemed to shiver with musical delight. Cellist Piatigorsky, 54. had never seemed in better form...
...hands shaped the phrases; her high-cheekbonsd, chalky face was alternately sullen and sad. In her best song, I Hate Sundays ("Every day of the week is empty and hollow, but there's worse than the weekday, there's pretentious Sunday"), her voice faded to an organ whisper. Even in the gayer songs, delivered in a gutty shout, she seemed to be drowning out the memory of something she would rather forget...