Word: appealable
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Landing at Stanleyville in the eastern Congo, he was greeted by mobs of black-shirted Africans shouting demands for independence. The King was jostled but kept smiling as the police used tear gas to control the crowd. That night, he broadcast an appeal to the nation: "I am trying, above all, to serve your own interests. The time has come to satisfy the legitimate aspirations of the Congolese, and at the same time avoid the disappointments of uncontrolled evolution . . . Belgium spontaneously and generously calls the Congo to a near independence." One reply, scrawled with chalk on a Stanleyville wall: "Vive...
...Greccio crib had an instant appeal to the people, with its direct and silent simplicity in an age when the mystery plays had become elaborate and verbose. More and more, painters and sculptors began to concentrate on the episodes surrounding the birth of Jesus, and Renaissance nobles as well as churches began to commission cribs. In the early isth century the talk of Florence was a presepio designed by the young artist Bernardo Buontalenti for the son of Cosimo de Medici. One historian described it as "most singular and new, for not only did one see the heavens open...
...pile of dun brick veneered with half a century's grime, looks more like a police station than a newspaper office. The Star's front page, a somber, forbidding block of type only faintly relieved by narrow headlines and a picture or two, has all the eye appeal of Webster's dictionary...
...China are brothers). New Delhi's streets resounded with the clamor, "Give us arms! We will go to Ladakh!" The Red Chinese embassy was stoned, the All-India Students' Congress called for a "Throw Back the Aggressors Day," and India's Defense Minister made a radio appeal for volunteers for the Territorial Army. Even the normally pro-Communist weekly Blitz headlined: GIVE THE CHINESE A BLOODY NOSE...
Undramatic though the play is, the final trouble lies less with subject matter than with form. Had Silent Night been not a full play but a longish one-acter, it might have had a special appeal. It could, just long and lyrically enough, have chronicled a meeting and sustained a mood-and with no tossed-in newlyweds, no shaky final scene. Unfortunately, as a one-acter it would not fit the Broadway scheme of things, though as a full-length play it scarcely fits it either...