Word: ah
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...months pregnant though she was, the new proprietress worked hard at her job. Her clothes were sometimes smeared with plaster, and she would explain: "I'm plugging up some of those rat holes in the cellar." An anonymous letter brought Police Inspectors Leloup and Lelong to the hotel. "Ah," said Sylvie, "I have good news for you. Madame is returning on Saturday." The policemen nodded: "We will be here...
...smoky Manhattan bop-house called Birdland, a crowd of jazz fans gathered to hear a leisurely instrumental sextet skim through a performance that was neither Dixieland, swing, nor bebop. Not even a confirmed boppist could find a melodic phrase to sing "Ooble-dee-ah-de-coo" with, as the practice is nowadays; there was not even so much as a "Man, that's cool!"* Passionate disciples of blind Pianist-Composer-Theorist Lennie Tristano, 32, are much too conservative for such crudities...
...children. He knows them all. Everywhere he goes-in markets, infirmaries, schools and streets-he stops to chat. For children he has jokes and candy. He cheers the men ("You're a bright boy; you should try and write stories to keep yourself busy") and joshes the women. "Ah, my pretty doll," he may say, "you're looking wonderful today." To an old crone with a shapeless, corroded face he will sing, "You are my sunshine...
...Troubleshooter W. Averell Harriman and Premier Mohammed Mossadeq got .together to try to patch up the oil crisis. Last week the nationalists accused Mossadeq of making too many concessions to resume negotiations with the British. The fanatically nationalist organization, Fedayan Islam, one of whose gunmen killed Premier AH Razmara last March, reportedly threatened Mossadeq's frail life. One day last week Mossadeq walked into the Parliament building to explain to a Senate session why he had agreed to negotiate once more. Said Mossadeq, his voice quavering and tears rolling down his cheeks: "I give the assurance that as long...
...dear! How, queer everything is today! . . . Let me think: was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is 'Who in the world am I?' Ah, that's the great puzzle...