Word: yell
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...stay loose for the Harvard game, Yale used a gag inspired by the hours of watching game movies being run forward and backward to show each man his job. During practice, someone would yell "Stop!" Immediately, the players would stop going forward and start running backward to their original spots-exactly like a reversed movie. As it turned out, that was the only time all year long that Yale moved backward...
...preparation that the result was an insult to the audience and, uniquely in Harvard's post-War theatrical history, managed to achieve total disaster. When, near the masque's end, the principals were poised in the balcony arches above the Fogg Court, one felt a nearly unconquerable desire to yell, "Jump...
...Dance & Yell. To get art back to its proper role, Dubuffet argued, it must be "stripped of all the tinsel, laurels, and buskins in which it has been decked, and must be seen naked with all the creases of its belly. Once disencumbered, it will dance and yell like a madman, which is its function." Dubuffet became the leader of the art brut (raw art) movement, which dedicated itself to the proposition that the only art worth while was "spontaneous," and that those who are the most spontaneous are savages, lunatics and children...
Bing's undergraduate experience is presented in four acts, each describing one of the four years of college. The first three years rush along, like a well-executed locomotive yell, at a relentlessly accelerating rate of rah-rah and haha, and if the last year somehow loses momentum, it does not much matter-the audience needs a rest by that time anyway. Bing gives it the old college try, and if he cannot sing so well as he used to or act any better than he ever did, that does not much matter either. A younger generation-represented mainly...
...wrote a friend. "Neither am I an unsociable hog." But when a feature writer wanted his views on art, he testily wrote: "I suppose you think I am . . . interested in art. That is a mistake. I care nothing for art." If a visitor knocked at his door, he would yell, "Mr. Homer is not at home." Gradually, Homer became so isolated that he had to hire a local man to call on him each morning just to make sure he was still alive...