Word: aloud
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...press confab last year Harry Truman wished aloud: "The thing I'd like to do if I ran a newspaper would be the telegraph editor and the blue-pencil man. And then I'd sure get what I wanted in the paper!" In Miami last week Harry got his wish, muffed his opportunity. Invited by the Miami Herald's Republican Publisher John S. Knight to try out a blue pencil, Truman accepted, but first he visited the Democratic-angled afternoon News, where he sat at the telegraph editor's desk and did little but doodle...
...enthusiastic reception in India, but it did spread the notion-in a region worried by Red China's militancy-that one Communist nation is as peace-loving as can be. Red China seemed to be a subject that host and guest were anxious to avoid. When Sukarno wondered aloud why Asians would not be present at the summit. Khrushchev, obviously uneasy that his curmudgeon ally, Red China, might be the one to demand a seat most loudly, remarked: "Maybe the time is not yet ripe to arrange a more representative summit conference...
Playwright Arthur Miller, husband of Cinemorsel Marilyn (Some Like It Hot) Monroe, wished aloud that the public would pay more attention to her lines and less to her curves. Said he: "She would not have lasted so long except for her genuine acting ability." As a case in point, he referred to Marilyn's forthcoming stardom in a Nevada-made movie titled The Misfit, written especially for her by Playwright Miller. "When this film is finished, everyone will recognize my wife's ability...
...Roman Catholicism), and his only safety lay in a promise from Mussolini's son-in-law, Foreign Minister Count Galeazzo Ciano, that he would not be molested. The master pundit of Renaissance art, his ailing wife Mary (who died in 1945), and his secretary-companion, read singly or aloud to one another in a kind of gentle latter-day counterpart of the plague-quarantined knights and ladies of Boccaccio...
...crowd"), but waited instead in a warm car parked nearby so he could listen to the track announcer's description of the race over the loudspeaker. Progressing never did begin to run and finished fourth. Back at the barn, Mr. Fitz stared at the barely lathered horse, mused aloud: "He's just got too much nonsense in him today. Just looks like he had a good gallop for himself. We've got to run him to get him sharpened...