Word: woodyard
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...that magic moment Ellington's Paul Gonsalves was ripping off a fast but insinuating solo on his tenor saxophone, his fancies dandled by a bounding beat on bass and drums (Jimmy Woode and Sam Woodyard). The Duke himself tweaked an occasional fragment on the high piano. Gradually, the beat began to ricochet from the audience as more and more fans began to clap hands on the offbeats until the crowd was one vast, rhythmic chorus, yelling its approval. There were howls of "More! More!" and there was dancing in the aisles. One young woman broke loose from her escort...
...pagan trumpet solo; the three trombones clip off their own high-swinging ensemble passages; and the four trumpets blaze away with such ferocity that the effect becomes strangely airy and bodiless. But the chief reason for all the internal excitement is the Duke's new drummer, Sam Woodyard. He sits, lean and still, behind his battery, neatly punctuating every phrase, coming as close as any man could to playing a tune on his four side drums and three cymbals (he actually squeezes pitch changes out of one drum by leaning on it with an elbow), while keeping a rhythm...
Swindletron. Drs. Luis W. Alvarez and John R. Woodyard of the University of California are building a new-type atom-smasher that they call a "swindletron" because it seems to get something for nothing. At one end of a 6-ft. vacuum tube, protons (hydrogen atoms stripped of their single electrons) are shot at comparatively low speed (30,000 volts) through a thin, uncharged disk of aluminum foil. While passing through it, many of them pick up two electrons, becoming negatively charged hydrogen atoms. Next, they are attracted to a second disk of foil that is charged positively...
...that the wandering crow had lured him to the plant of the Barnabas Fireworks Co. He fell backwards off the log into the mud, fled across the creek, dropped his rifle, yanked off his shoes, dived into the Hackensack River and swam it like a beaver heading for a woodyard. As he emerged dripping, on the other side, he thought, dazedly, that he ought to call the fire department. This was unnecessary. Windows had been broken and the populace jolted for miles around; the fire departments of Pearl River, Sparkill, Orangeburg, Park Ridge, Northvale and Montvale were already on their...