Word: refrains
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...came, one by one. A short square individual gave us our documents and told us where to signt "You sign here--one, and here--two, and here--three. You got that? One. Two. Three." He hurled this refrain at each of us in turn, as if we were just the sort of depraved people who would deliberately sign in the wrong place if given a chance...
...West, which balks at the more successful Communist methods, could only counter with pleas to the miners, better working conditions for them, more skill in production, less waste in consumption, and as a last resort-that old popular refrain, help from the U.S. This week in Paris, the Council of Ministers of 18 Western nations will gather for an emergency session on coal. Unless their experts make wise and bold plans, Europe's dependence on U.S. coal will remain "shocking...
Full of Beans. For Mossadegh, it was a hero's welcome. The crowd broke uncertainly into the new Iranian Oil Anthem: "Happiness dawned in the east, sorrow came to an end." Refrain: "The year had not elapsed before oil was nationalized. Home of lions-Iran! Iran!" It took Mossadegh's green 1950 DeSoto a full hour to make its way through the crowds to the Shah's Palace four miles away. One ragged, tearful old man trying to show his devotion by sacrificing himself under the car wheels was snatched away by the police...
Students did refrain from chopping up the tables, but the second rule was not as well respected. Although white-tuxedoed waiters served, and string orchestras accompanied the evening meals, the dignity ended there. Gorging contests, in the finest Ciceronean style, were frequent. Students seemed to delight in scooping up fistfulls of sugar and waging pitched throwing battles during the course of the meal. The darker corners of the hall invariably echoed with the click of dice...
...lovers moves, in the next episode, into the arms of a new partner, who flits in turn to another lover until the ironic game comes full circle. Through the cycle runs a delightful Oscar Straus waltz, signaling each consummation, helping to set a gauzily Viennese mood, and accompanying a refrain sung and spoken by Narrator Walbrook. The narrator spins a symbolic merry-go-round and manages the characters like a master puppeteer, pops up in each episode as a waiter, doorman or passerby and once, prophetically, with shears in one hand and film in the other, as the censor...