Word: age
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...January of this year Sary was packed off into gilded exile as Cambodia's Ambassador to Britain. Sary's entourage: his formidable No. 1 wife, Em, a plump suffragette, and their five children, ranging in age from 8 to 18; Tep Kanary, the young beauty queen, Sam's No. 2 wife and No. 1 mistress; the other beauty, Iv Eng Seng, was either No. 3 wife or No. 2 mistress. To get around British sensibilities, Iv Eng Seng was listed as a governess. Whose business was it that she was also pregnant? Sam Sary called on Queen...
...metallic oxides and ground glass, baking it, and finally assembling it with strips of lead is almost unchanged. Villon worked several months on sketches (one-tenth actual size), made monthly trips to Reims to supervise the work. Said he: "I would love to do others. But at my age that is not likely. I'm sorry they did not ask me to do this ten or 20 years...
...command of some 25 languages, including enough man-in-the-oasis Arabic to keep his workers in line. Albright was in the U.S. when the Dead Sea Scrolls were found, but photographs were airmailed to him, and he was the first scholar outside the Holy Land to verify their age and authenticity. His observation, bearing the Scrolls in mind: "Of all sciences, the two making the most progress today are nuclear physics and Palestinian archaeology...
Columbia's Allan Nevins, 68, De Witt Clinton Professor of American History and winner of two Pulitzer Prizes for his biographies of President Grover Cleveland and U.S. Secretary of State Hamilton Fish. A stumpy, explosively energetic man who impatiently brushes away his age and anything else that interferes with his 6:30 a.m.-to-11:15 p.m. workday, he has written some 25 volumes, edited a dozen others. Historian Nevins was an editorial writer on the New York World and other papers until 1931, joined Columbia's staff as a full professor that year. but never found time...
...There, beneath an improbable altarpiece of gilded cherubs and bare-breasted angels, Cellist Casals shuffled in from the vestry on short, hesitant feet, bearing a brown-grained viola da gamba by the pegs. When he motioned the audience to its seats with his bow, his movements were crabbed with age. But when he began to play, the vast, hollow church filled with luminous, lucid sound, suffused with a passion that is the wonder of musicians the world over. Each night the audience paid Casals the only tribute permitted in the church, rising to their feet and standing in hushed silence...