Word: whispers
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Patterns & Plots. The mind behind the Giants' muscle is Defensive Coach Tom Landry, 35, a sharp-featured, whisper-voiced Texas back who learned his trade in the Giants' defensive backfield (1950-55) under Coach Steve Owen. Using the pro's basic 4-3-4 "umbrella" formation, Landry has plotted a score of basic defense plays, each capable of several variations tailored to the particular enemy's offense. The defense plan is called in a defensive huddle before each play, can be changed on a shouted code word if the offense lines up in an unexpected pattern...
...telling impact in Canada as the newly created, all-powerful Board of Broadcast Governors opened hearings last week on a strict set of ground rules to keep television in Canada as Canadian-and hopefully as pure-as driven snow. The Ottawa hearing had barely begun when an electrifying whisper raced through the room: "Van Doren has confessed." Any lingering hope for easy rules went up in smoke...
...keep him busy five nights a week. Platée, he confessed last week over a post-performance glass of warm milk, is his favorite role, and the Varieties one of his favorite theaters. Unlike Fanny Kemble, he was delighted to be rubbing elbows with his audience. "One can whisper," said he, "just in their ears...
...haunting a work as Alban Berg's Wozzek (TIME, March 16). From its ominous opening xylophone solo to the final burst of harp-punctuated melody, the village tragedy unfolded without the benefit of set pieces, ensembles or arias. Heavily percussioned, the orchestra sometimes sank to a rich, nervous whisper flickering through the strings, sometimes burst forth in anguished, brassy cries. Throughout, Janacek's use of exotic folk idiom wrapped the opera in an eerie, Kafka-like haze that did much to add depth and mysterious dimension to the melodramatic plot...
...their take, and busted junkies begin to jitter with the inside sweats. He is a loner, but his world is filled with friends. He knows the cop with the abused arches, the complaisant heiress, the slick saloon proprietor, the sick comic, the sullen stoolie who talks in the guarded whisper of cell block and exercise yard. He is furiously honest, but he can spot a rigged wheel with a sharper's skill. He is hard-muscled, handsome, handy with a snub-nosed, 38, and his hide is as tough as the bluing on a pistol barrel. Decent, disillusioned...