Word: clattering
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...tellers, pawnshops and gambling joints. Colorful riverboat characters jostled streetwalkers, dope peddlers and bug-eyed farm kids who filled it from the De Soto dock* (on the Wolf River just before it joins the Mississippi) to the other end at East Street, a mile away. On Saturday nights the clatter of ragtime music mingled with the wail of ambulances. Its leading citizens have been as bizarre as Beale Street itself: "River George," a giant roustabout of bloody fame; "Tittiwee" and "Black Slick," both pimps; "Treetop Tall" and "Coal Oil Johnny," two policemen; "Speedway," a gambler; and "Dr. Scissors," a famed...
...each time with fresh postponements. But this failure to make a rendezvous with fission only brought out the essential pluck of the network newscasters. CBS's Charles Collingwood tried hard to keep his end up by filling in with a telecast from Las Vegas where, amid the clatter of one-armed bandits, he solemnly asked the proprietor of The Sands Hotel if he was used to A-blasts (he was). NBC's Dave Garroway was reported by his mates on the Today show as having dug his own trench out in Yucca Flat. Meanwhile, the desperate networks kept...
Television spent the week racing back and forth through history like a time machine. Omnibus set out heroically to recreate Homer's Iliad, and for 90 minutes the poetry was mostly drowned out in a clatter of tin swords on tin shields as Trojan and Greek struggled on the plain and seashore of Troy. The Trojans lost the war, but they won what few acting honors were available: Frederick Rolf displayed both majesty and grief as King Priam, while Michael Higgins' doomed Hector seemed far more a man and soldier than his rival, Achilles...
...midnight in Saigon. The windows of Freedom Palace were open, and Premier Ngo Dinh Diem, in grey striped pajamas, was pacing his third-floor bedroom. Suddenly, through the sultry night, Diem heard the clatter of machine-gun fire, the cries of wounded men. In the next instant, half a dozen mortar shells exploded beneath Ngo Dinh Diem's open window. "We never believed they would dare attack us!" said one of Diem's aides, aghast. But on Diem's shabby desk in Freedom Palace lay the confirmation: "All South Viet Nam will be put to blood...
...Album No. ML 4975. It will neither change the hit-parade standings nor set hi-finatics atweeting and awoofing. For the most part Marlene Dietrich at the Cafe de Paris is little more than a collection of musical memories, taped directly from the floor amid the tinkle and clatter of a London nightclub performance almost a year ago, and sung, not always on key, by a middle-aged entertainer who has been around for some time. Yet, here, in the familiar laryngitic murmur of a voice as suggestive as the rustle of a taffeta petticoat in semidarkness, are echoed moments...