Word: wandered
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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WARWICK M. TOMPKINS Aboard Wander Bird Berkeley Yacht Harbor Berkeley, Calif...
...Heads-up" directness of the harmonic and rhythmic movement given this music clear, biting force. The texture is usually rigidly contrapuntal, and there is an unexcelled feeling for the directness of lines which, though they wander far tonally, are always clearly logical and purposeful. His method of mixing counterpoints which are rather free in their tonal relationship is balanced by a solidity of harmonic plan which, with frequent, strong cadences brings all voices to a common destination...
...dependable. Bewildered, they drag themselves in droves to California, the land of milk and honey; their faith necessary to carry on is built on expectation of a Promised Land, where they will live in "little white houses in among the orange trees." On the road some die and some wander off. Then, once in California, they become undeceived. The third of a million new arrivals are herded, persecuted, and starved into working in the fruit and cotton fields for mere crusts of bread. As Ma and their sometime preacher Casy say, it is only their anger that keeps them...
Last week Franklin Roosevelt and the California Senate in Sacramento proposed separate attacks on the problem. The President, studying a report by WPA Administrator Francis Harrington and other U. S. officials, concluded that migration is a national problem now that 300,000 to 400,000 indigents wander the motorways. In the time of living men, said he, such free souls may well be required to take root at a home address (presumably in jail, if they decline to settle elsewhere). He indorsed U. S. legislation and emergency aid which would consist principally of finding jobs for migrants already in California...
This is the tale of a girl, a voice and some steak with mushrooms. It may sound like a weird combination, but some time ago this writer was taking a leave of absence in Boston, and happened to wander into the Raymor, where Larry Funk's band was playing. Someone was starting to sing "I Cried For You", but no one paid any attention until about three measures had passed. But those three measures and everything that came there-after made up some of the best jazz singing that I have ever heard--easy, unaffected, done with long, slow phrases...